During the First World War, men were out gathering the wounded and the dead.
They found in a lonely and secluded spot the lifeless body of an American boy. He was lying on his face.
His right hand was stretched before him, and his index finger was glued with his own blood to the open page of a New Testament. When they pulled his finger from the printed page, they found it had been lying on the Scripture “I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.”
A young man dying far from loved ones and home was thinking of home. He was thinking of a reunion, thinking of it only in terms of Him who rose from the tomb.—Author unknown