The daily Nome industrial worker., 1916-09-25
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 That doesn't alter the fact that | our case is just, said Pryor, 'The | Lord God of Hosts is with us yet, l and the church says that all men | should fight-eXcept the clergy | men,
 And why shouldn't them parsons fight, asked Bill. They say Go, and God Bless you, to us, and then they | won't fight themselves. IL against l the laws of God, they say If We lad all the clergymen, all the M. P's the Kaiser and Crown Prince, Krupp and von Kluck and all these ere blokes wot tell Us 10 fight ill these ere trenches for q week, the war would come to an end, very sudden"
 The patriotism of the militarist is not for the soldier in the trenches: "A strategic retreat said Pryor. "1 never ran so quickly in all my life. I suppose it is like this every night, men working between the lines, eng ineers building entanglements, cov- ering parties sleeping out their watch, listening patrols and souv- enir hunters doing their little bit in their own particular way. It's funny way of conducting war . We have no particular hatred for the men across the way. My God, 1 the trenches tone mans temper. When l was at home (Pryor had 1 just had ten days furlough) our drawing room bristled with hatred of some being named the Hun. Good Heavens you should hear the men past military age revile the Hun. If they were out here they couldn't be kept from getting over the top to have a smack at them. And the women! If they were here, they would simply tear the Germans to pieces. I believe that we are the wrong men, we able bodied youths with even tempers. It is the men past military age who should be out here I once read a poem, most fiery piece of work, and il urged all men to take part in the war, get a gun and get off to Fland- CTS immediately. Shame on those who did not go, The fellow who wrote that is a bit of literary swell, and I looked up his name in Who's Who", and I find that he is a year or two above military age. If I were a man of seventy and could pick up fury enough to write that poem, I'd be off to the recruit ing agent the moment the last line was penned, and I'd tell the most damnable lies to be off and have smack at the Huns. But that swell hasn't enlisted yet And never will.
 The war boosters come in for their share of mockery at the hands of the soldiers:
 Anything about the war in that paper .Bill?" some one asked. "Nuthin much, Bill answered. ''The Bishop of - says it's 'oly war Blimey, he's talkin' through his at. 'Oly indeed, 'Oly 'ell. Dye mind when he came out here, this ere Bishop, and told us he carried messages from our wives and fathers and mothers. If I was married bloke I'd have ast him wot he meant by takin' messages from my old woman."
 You interpreted the good mans remarks literally" said Pryor, That was wrong .. 'Ere's somethin' about parsons in this paper. One is asking if man in 'Oly Borders should take up arms or not
 "Of course not", said Pryor, "If the parsons take up arms who'n comfort the women at home when we're gone?
 "The slackers will comfort them. I've great respect for the slackers. They will marry our sweethearts when we are dead"
 It is in the ability to describe the horrors of this war, the dead, the dying and the misery. the suffer ing, the mutilation, the decay and loathsome conditions on the battle, fields that MacGill excels. It is written as no neutral correspondent has allowed himself to write. IL goes beyond suggestion for his pen