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The Commando Ajax Ontario April 1, 1943 Volume 1 No. 14 OFFICIAL ORGAN OF THE CITIZENS COMMITTEE OF THE COMMUNITY OF AJAX VICTORY IS OUR BUSINESS! ...and WE talk about sacrifice Y EH, he's dead ... A sniper got him at Dieppe. Young, too. Twenty-four he was. And keen? Boy, what hopes and dreams and plans that kid had. But . . . you know how it is? Anyway, he knew. He was a soldier. He always said everybody's not going back . . . So, I guess he did at that. The old lady? It was awful, she says. She should know too. They swept into her valley like a plague. Pillaging and burning and killing . . . always killing ... they destroyed everything. And what they didn't kill or destroy, they took anyway . . . There's nothing left for her . . . Except hope . . . You know, I think that's why he died. For her hope, which is the hope of all mankind for a decent, free world ... a world freed from fear and want . . . where a man can think as he likes and worship as he likes. And that's why all of us, here or over there, are asked to forget everything else but the winning of the war. So, let's get on with it. Let's forget our peeves . . . our grouches . . . our sacrifices. Let's win the war. MATERIAL APPEARING IN THIS PUBLICATION MUST NOT BE REPRINTED WITHOUT PERMISSION