Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1917-12-19

meant. Where's McLeod!' l asked.
 "'My name is McLeod,' replied one of them smiling.
 "Then I noticed that the lower part of his body was covered with rug 1 eff the American wounded and the American people accept their misfor- tunes like Aubrey Mcleod has accept ed his, the receipt of the long casual ty lists which are sure to come will cause no alarm as to American mo- rale.
 Nobody Sick Here"
 "Looking for a sick man?' laugh ed Mcleod. reading my thoughts. There's nobody sick around here. 1 may get little seasick in a few days, but there won't be anything serious about it.
 "'Just what happened?'
 GA fleet of Boche planes. They dropped six bombs. One of lem got me. Now Pm minus two legs
 Mcleod said all this with a smile on his face.
 "T had been on guard. Somebody relieved me, and l lay down for some sleep. I heard commotion and jumped to my feet. Two bombs went off and I knew it was an air raid. Then third exploded very near me. Another man in my unit began yell ing, Help me- and I saw that he was wounded. Then I looked down and saw that my right leg was cut almost in two. I didn't feel a bit of pain, but I began yelling too just like the other fellow was doing. 1 remember the colonel ran in and looked at me and held me up until two men came with a stretcher.
 "'Next thing knew was when I woke up the following day. I remem- bered about my right leg dangling as if ready to drop off. I reached down and found that it was gone. Then I reached for my left leg. It was gone, too.'
 "Please remember that Mcleod was not telling this with tragedy in his voice. There were no sighs of saFepitv. There was merely an air of satisfaction satisfaetiorat having done his duty. He did not show the least indication that he considered that he had done moreA
 "'I called for my nuf1e,' he contin- ued, 'and I remember that I had a long argument with her before sank off to sleep again. I told her that she had promised they wouldn't ann putate my leg, and here they had am- putated both of them. I told her that thought it was not fair to be lied to like that. But there was no heart breaking realization that I was crip- pie for life. I was too full of mor- phine for that. And by the time the morphine had worn off I suppose had quit worrying about the future
 Wants American English.
 "'And now?'
 "'Well, Pm going home. I want to hear lem speak English like Ameri- cans. want the kind of food my mother knows how to cook When they get me pretty well patched up Pm going to try to find something else 1 can do for the government. don't know what it will be, but I've got two good arms, and know some- thing will turn up. I'm far from be- ing ready for the junk pile.'
 "And Aubrey Mcleod smiled again "a smile that brought confidence to the other Americans who had crowd ed into his compartment during his recital. For they regarded Mcleod as typical American soldier, and if a typical American soldier has this philosophy of life, what is there to fear?
 Mcleod will start for home amply supplied with everything to make him comfortable for the long trip. The government is taking the best care of him, and the American Y. M. c. A. has seen to it that he has books, can dy, and everything else traveller would want. The boy attributes his happy state of mind to the fact that Americans. particularly Y. M. c. A. secretaries, have watched out for him so carefully.
 "I'm not nearly so unlucky as l would have been had I been born a Frenchman, an Englishman-or a German,' he concluded"