From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Tactile
The rough cedar of my Lincoln Logs scrapes against my palms as I stack a miniature fortress, a precursor to the rigid hierarchies that will soon define the modern industrial complex. I look up from the splinters to see Father clutching the morning paper, nodding as he reads that all labor disputes go to new war board and wage scales on work that concerns government to be equalized with local rates. He sighs with relief that the longshoremen are not out and the union head denies reports of a river-front strike, ensuring the greasy wool of his workday trousers remains gainfully employed. This stability is the pivot point for our mobilization; soon, the boys will go over the top into a century of mechanized order.