The Morgan City daily review. (Morgan City, La.) 1916-1920, 1918-03-07
\ Beautiful War Story
Gentle Minishation Of a Red
Cross Nurse To A Catho-
lie Soldier Whom She Tend
ed

terian Hospital, in n. O., on Dec. -.
Mr.. Golden resided at e13 Circle
Avenue, Forest Park, III. and his death
50 far from home and loved ones was
exceptionally sad.
AZ a member Of the Aviation Corps,
Kelly Field No. l, First Aero Regiment,
San Antonio Texas, ;he was enroute
to the East on his way cover there.
lie developed pneumonia on the tram
to the hospital, where he died SIX days
later.
While in the hospital he was visited
~ Mrs. Alma L. Colomb, 1877 South
Telemachus Street, who went there IN
the course Of her Red Cross work, and
Who attended rim in his last illness.
Mrs. Colomb was deeply touched at the
serious illness of this soldier boy, dying
here among strangers. She got in touch
with his family, and in conversation
with him found out that he was Catho-
We and desired the ministration Of q
priest. This request was readily agreed
to; a good Jesuit Father went to his
| bedside and administered the last sac
ran,ents, and thus consoled, with those
Of his childhood faith kneeling round,
| nraving for and taking his last mes
| sages to the dear ones at home from the
noble boy whom they would never again
see in life, his pure and noble spirit sped
heavenward to God Who gave it. He
had left home in such high spirits, for
serving his country, and this was the end,
to die enroute to the scenes of his labor,
in strange city, but thank God with
| new and kind friends near. This sad
experience of bright and ardent soul
SO touched Mrs. Colomb that she wrote
and dedicated to him the following beau
tiful lines, which appeared in the Times
Picayune Of Monday last:
| dedicated to Robert Golden, U. 8.
Aviator, who died Dec. % 1919
Rest, soldier, rest. Young starry eyes
Are gazing now beyond the tranquil
skies
Whose azure depths you sought to
penetrate
BY daring deeds you hoped to perpe-
trate;
You prayed for wings; you hoped to
sean that space,
Where in the SIN you thought to find
your place.
And wings we're given you. You lie so
still,
Asleep with Him who said, cit is My
| WILL
You were so wondrous in that khaki
uniform
1t seemed impossible for ill or harm
To touch you. Yet you died
Before you ever reached the "other
! side''
Tis true that we must bear the Cross
to win the Cross.
Although your spirit other spheres have
found.
1t still may guard the "Fields' Of
sunny France,
And by example help to WELD as other s
| lance.
Rest, soldier, rest. So strong and true,
). Such courage scars the heaven g blue.
Young aviator who would vie with
Mars.
Your country's fate is sealed beyond
the stars
From whence you gaze, O, clarion call!
We, guessing it, but you know all
A pity that you must be laid away,
And, yet tbs but prelude Of fairer
day,
Wher eangel bugles sound the reveille
} call,
And angel sentries echo, Peace to all. -
0 Hero, dying far from home or friend
The Red Cross kept its trust until the
. end.
To thee, 1 kiss the Flag for which we
part,
And lay it close above your pulseless
heart,
Your Flag and my Flag. Where spirits
60,
Your soul and mine will meet, know
Il can but clasp your lifeless, marble
RI hand,
! And ask you in that distant, unknown
II land
: To kneel before the Great White Throne
Il and pray
b That may share glory such as your:
al some day.
We are sure that these lines will eve1
= be treasured by his bereaved family, a
!. also the memory of the kindness and ten
derness to their dear dying body of III,
true and faithful Red Cross nurse. whit
1 no: only thought of his physical but o
his spiritual welfare.
SEE I. ". PADDOCK FOR INsUR
ANCE,