The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1916-01-27
TELLS OF HORROR
ON RUSSIAN SOIL !;
owe win See 1t Through
He Continues, Confident of
Success In the End.

1t is the plainest and most real truth.
And truth is also the hurricane-like
march of victory which brought us in
a fortnight from the region of Pultusk
when | Joined my troops this fortress
had just been TAKEN to where we are
portant railroad lines. the one leading
from Warsaw and the other from
Brest-Litovsk to Bialystok, we have
taken by storm from the Russians.
who, unfortunately. are much under
estimated IN the west
He is an adversary who really gives
us much trouble. Hardly have we. by
a colossal consumption of ammunition
and considerable loss of lives. elected
him from one position when he again
turns about and faces US In new
fortified position. which has been pre-
pared in haste. but ut the same time
with great cleverness and experience.
and again he heldS on 10 il with dog
ged stubboIllness.
A Path of Blood and Sorrow.
'Such Il path of blood and horror We
have wandered since the fail of Pull
tusk. Out of the twenty-eight days
since | am again with the army WIS
two days not in the fire. and it goes on
for day and night And many who
started on this path with me and I'M
der my command are already resting
underneath the juniper bushes at the
roadside. and white wooden crosses
mark our road of suffering and of vic
tory.
MANY times more lie behind the
front in the miserable hospitals that
our surgeons have established in the
wretched huts of the Poles. as well as
they could. close to the numberless
ruins of peaceful human settlements
that have been burned down by the
fleeing Russians or set on fire by the
shells Of friend or foe while the battle
ragged.
"Oh you lucky people over there in
the country without war. if you could
see only once. only for an hour. how
things look in Europe-the ancient cra-
die Of humanity-you would turn
away, shuddering and shivering, from
this series of gloomy scenes of horror
which have become to us warriors
events of hard. everyday life that pass
before our souls without making any
deep impressions in our hardened
hearts!
still, these hard hearts are so bright
and so light as soon as it is over for
few hours, this confusion of killing
and being killed, of blood and fire,
hunger and sweat, feverish excitement
and oppSessing dullness of waiting!
Only few days, perhaps one day in
reserve, in the second line or one of
those rare days of reSt-oh, my, how
quickly the soldier is cheerful againi
Songs of Home at Campfres.
And when it grows dark the camp
fires glow and the bearded boys assem-
BILE around the sociable flames in then
torn and dirty and much mended gray
clothes. and melancholy, lovely songs
are sung by unframed voices.
"'At home, at home, We'll meet
again.!
might falls. Everybody sinks into
the straw and snores as peacefully as
in mothers lap. for between him and
the enemy there is the front. Many
hundreds of eyes look searching into
the darkness. many hundreds of gun
barrels and sharp swords are directed
toward the east. where the enemy
rests. beaten, but not yet fully forced
on his knees.
But hardly begins the early sky TO
redden when the word comes, Com
pany ready to march in a quarter of an
hour!' And again on all the roads and
forest paths of Poland the irresistible
gray tidal wave rolls on toward the
east. surging high when it meets an
obstacle and raging against it till it is
washed away.
But l, happy and proud am
drop of water in the ocean wave in
the storm whipped lake; armed, | am
part and parcel of my brave country.
1--WE are strong; We are cheerful: We
are victorious. We will see it through.
Believe US. OLD world and new world.
we will see it through
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