Newark post., 1914-09-09
Breath From The War

Mrs. Dawson says:
Horrible as the war is for those
whose heart strings are not strain
ed by it, il is still worse for those
whose personal interests are con-
cerned. The enclosed extracts from
a letter recently received from my
sister living in London may serve
to place before the readers Of The
Post one of the many home TRACE
dies now taking place every day in
England and on the continent. My
sister has three boys of military
age; her financial interests in Bel
gium are ruined. The war like
dreadful monster goes on eating up
lives and fortunes. Surely there
will come day when women hav-
ing an equal voice with men in the
destiny of nations, Will render for
ever impossible such a spectacle as
that upon which the world now
gazes in horror.
The letter to which reference is
made follows:
London N.
August s, 1914
Dear Sister:
What do you think of this cruel
war, is it not awful? The German
is called the Mad Emperor.
Maurice went over to Belgium
last Saturday but could not get to
Melle, he was only at Ghent and
Brussels and he saw enough so that
he returned on Tuesday. He was
obliged to buy English and Belgian
colors to pin on his coat in order 20
get train or boat. The windows of
all German shops i'll Brussels were
smashed. On the boat there were a
thousand passengers coming from
Ostend to Dover; when near Dover
they were signalled 20 go to Folk
stone on account of the mines in
the harbor. On nearing land there
were some crying and some singing
for joy, when landing they sang
Rule BRITANNIA and "God Save
the King" Maurice reached Char
ing Cross Station, London, just
midnight and saw and heard the
cheering when war was declared.
Picadilly and the Mall was one i'm
mense crowd. He reached home
about 12.45 and as l had been very
anxious about him you can imag-
inc how pleased l was to see the lad.
Noel had been spending Bank
Holiday with Grace, but Wednes-
day morning as business is all clos
ed he went 10 headquarters and re-
turned to his regiment. He came
home in time for dinner. After
that there was the polishing and
sewing on Of brass buttons, stitch
here and there, cleaning his rife,
and at three our sergeant was away
and no knowing when he will be
home again. Yesterday we went to
see Grandma Black and ran across
him; he was out in charge of two
men taking horses for the Govern
ment. He took twelve horses yes
terday. They take the horses from
the carts, the driver gives the own
er's name, etc, and Noel gives him
government ticket to claim a val
uation. This morning the regiment
is away to the coast to guard the
coast about the mouth Of the
Thames.
This is cruel, cruel war. If it is
not soon over the suffering will be
awful. Maurice says he will go to
war, but he is over small, while
Harold, his eyes may debar him.
Last evening coming home from
Felham, John and l stopped to see
the crowd at Buckingham Palace,
such crowd! We saw the Prince
of Wales at one Of the windows but
did not stay long enough to see the
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Me. - The last time l heard the
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king and Queen some out on the
bag pipes played was when Alexan-
der and 1 were in Edinburgh and
we saw a regiment going to the
Boer War. John and l got in q
bus at Victoria Station for home,
passed the House of Parliament
over the bridge, then Waterloo
Bridge, riding in the bus all the
way home, though it is long ride,
l hr. 10 minutes, but we saw much
more than by the tube and under
ground (Which is only 80 minutes),
Soldiers everywhere, in gardens,