Balsquith.  But if they wont recognize it, what can I do?

Mitchener.  Shoot them down.

Balsquith.  I cant shoot them down.

Mitchener.  Yes you can.  You dont realize it; but if you fire a rifle into a German he drops just as surely as a rabbit does.

Balsquith But dash it all, man, a rabbit hasnt got a rifle and a
German has.  Suppose he shoots you down.

Mitchener.  Excuse me, Balsquith; but that consideration is what we call cowardice in the army.  A soldier always assumes that he is going to shoot, not to be shot.

Balsquith (jumping up and walking about sulkily).  Oh come!  I like to hear you military people talking of cowardice.  Why, you spend your lives in an ecstasy of terror of imaginary invasions.  I dont believe you ever go to bed without looking under it for a burglar.

Mitchener (calmly).  A very sensible precaution, Balsquith.  I always take it.  And in consequence Ive never been burgled.

Balsquith.  Neither have I. Anyhow dont you taunt me with cowardice. (He posts himself on the hearthrug beside Mitchener on his left.) I never look under my bed for a burglar.  Im not always looking under the nation’s bed for an invader.  And if it comes to fighting Im quite willing to fight without being three to one.

Mitchener.  These are the romantic ravings of a Jingo civilian, Balsquith.  At least youll not deny that the absolute command of the sea is essential to our security.

Balsquith.  The absolute command of the sea is essential to the security of the principality of Monaco.  But Monaco isnt going to get it.

Mitchener.  And consequently Monaco enjoys no security.  What a frightful thing!  How do the inhabitants sleep with the possibility of invasion, of bombardment, continually present to their minds?  Would you have our English slumbers broken in the same way?  Are we also to live without security?

Balsquith (dogmatically).  Yes.  Theres no such thing as security in the world:  and there never can be as long as men are mortal.  England will be secure when England is dead, just as the streets of London will be safe when there is no longer a man in her streets to be run over, or a vehicle to run over him.  When you military chaps ask for security you are crying for the moon.

Mitchener (very seriously).  Let me tell you, Balsquith, that in these days of aeroplanes and Zeppelin airships, the question of the moon is becoming one of the greatest importance.  It will be reached at no very distant date.  Can you as an Englishman, tamely contemplate the posssibility of having to live under a German moon?  The British flag must be planted there at all hazards.

Balsquith.  My dear Mitchener, the moon is outside practical politics.  Id swop it for a cooling station tomorrow with Germany or any other Power sufficiently military in its way of thinking to attach any importance to it.