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Within him, as he hurled himself forward, was born a love, a despairing fondness for this flag which was near him. It was a creation of beauty and invulnerability. It was a goddess, radiant, that bended its form with a imperious gesture to him. It was a woman, red and white, hating and loving, that called him with the voice of his hopes. Because no harm could come to it he endowed it with power. He Kept near, as if it could be a saver of lives, and an imploring cry went from his mind.
A sudden evocation of the patriotism that lurks within Henry. He has a strong want to prove himself to his peers, but throughout most of the book he feels betrayed by his country and his generals. His love for his country is vague, but this is one on the few times where it shines through. Crane does a powerful job of making the image come alive by comparing the flag to a goddess.