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Chapter 11 IT IS WAR! That was the answer to everything. It governed their every activity, their every thought. From birth to death they knew nothing but war. Their every activity was directed at the one purpose of making their country more fit for war. "I should think you would hate war," I said to Balzo Jan. He looked at me in surprise. "Why?" he demanded. "What would we do with ourselves if there were no war?" "But the women," I said. "What of them?" "Yes," he replied, "it is hard on them. The men only have to die once, but the women have to suffer always. Yes; it is too bad, but I can't imagine what we would do without war." "You could come out in the sunshine, for one thing," I said, "and you could rebuild your cities, and devote some of your time to cultural pursuits and to pl