Summary

Hal Annas No Sons Left to Die!

He looked down at the weed-grown earth, and she instantly became contrite. "I'm sorry," she said. "I know I'm never supposed to lose hope."
He studied her eyes until she looked away. His hands found her shoulders. "Sue, there are forces at work about which you've never even dreamed. We need time. We need more manpower. We have to go on working. The only thing that can defeat us ultimately is here on this planet. It is our morale. As long as it is high we'll keep on sending ships out. The moment it breaks we are lost."
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Hal Annas No Sons Left to Die!

But we were fast building strength and when they turned toward the Solar System we met them well out. They had not expected so much strength and were turned back.
"Then the race began to build up, and the struggle has been going on since. The tide has turned first one way and then the other, but the populace of Earth has slaved and starved itself to produce ships and man them, and to make better weapons, and the time is drawing near—Sue, I'm not supposed to talk to you like this."
"But, Al, I've heard all those things before: that all we need is just more time, more work and sacrifices."
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Hal Annas No Sons Left to Die!

Sue's mother said.
"What are they?" Sue asked.
"Our ships, of course. From every part of the globe. They'll circle the planet constantly. They are the final inner ring. Under them is nothing but the ground defenses."
"Are there more ships farther out?"
"Certainly. Those up there are comparable to the Fourth Sector on a cosmograph. Sectors Three, Two and One will extend out beyond Pluto's orbit. They are probably fighting now. Listen! There's the warning. We must go to the shafts."
At that moment Alfred Wilson appeared.
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