Commander Hayes turned, then, back toward my father, who was still half-risen from the pew, and his voice, though it never rose, went hard as a struck bell.

“You stood up in front of all these people, Mr.

Bennett, and you called this man a nobody.

I want you to look around this chapel.

Look at them.

Half the people in these uniforms are alive today, or have their names cleared today, or have their families provided for today, because that nobody held the line when every important person in the country turned his back.