Trench and camp. [volume] (Augusta, Ga.) 1917-1919, 1918-05-08
MOTHERS DAY

human soul towards those who watched
lover as ia our infancy and followed our
doings through all later years that it is
4 unnecessary for us to sing peans in their
praise. The tenderness of a mothers
| early care, the thoroughness with which
she followed us through the training and
| education of youth, the positive, mistaken
| faith that we win make good, the prayers
lshe whispers into Gods ear for our safety
and our salvation has steadied and
strengthened MS and made us more ef-
6icient.
| But on Mothers Day, 11S, we think Of
mother differently than ever before. In
4 many cases, mothers have babe good
bye to their soldier sons, either at home
or at the train, with a spirit that makes
the man believe that 1t Is the mothers
''who do the biggest giving when their
sons go to war"
4 And many a soldier has been enheart-
ended by remembering that he has
mother who holds her head up Hun
dreds of thousands of mothers over our
land display service flag, proud of the
fact that they were able to give to their
Ieountry loyal son. In the midst of all
the heartache, mother re1oices that she
has been able TO give to the world
man.
On this mothers day, these sons look
back on the actions of the year and re-
| 1oiee in what they have done for mother
Many OF them have found it necessary to
rake allotments in order ohelp her
4 Aalf million have taken out Insurance fol
| her protection. Suely, they do not for
get her
But far more than money to a moth
er's heart is communion, understanding,
expressed love and devotion.
For the man in the army. his only
means of keeping in touch with the home,
continuing the understanding Of the past
or increasing the unreasonable supply
of love- is by means OF the written word
! The millions of letters which leave every
camp OF the United States each month.
attest the interest of the soldier in the
home folks, and, we believe, especially
| in mothers.
Some of us have been deprived OF
mothers They have gone on before us
but their influence lives on, it never dies.
From time to time, Trench and Camp
has published poems written by soldiers
touching that tender cord which binds all
good men TO good mothers. That this
Is not an unusual state of affairs is re-
Elected in the following poem written by
Mr.. Charles ]. Gingrioh. of Harrisburg,
Pa. during the Spanish-American war
and printed in the Atlanta Constitution,
in 1898:
A little woman, no longer young
With hating steps and faltering tongue,
/ Thin hair with streaks of grey among
| That's Motheri
"Hands once dianpled, SOFT and white.
Now lean and brown and shriveied quite
With battles OF life she's had to fight,
That's Motheri
yet she is the star of hearth and home
| In pride on shame to her we come.
For none can syRapathize-not one,
| Like Mother,
"H ever enter the heavenly gnhere.
My mothers prayer viii have helped me
! there,
And know shah say, as say it here:
Where's Mother?"
| Mother! Sacred name! Outraged by
| countless Huns and Turl1s-Mothers
| killed in unfortified English towns and
French churches, Mothers drowned
without warning in neutral ships, con-
traly to all International law Mothers
outraged in Belgium. Mothers COM
/, PEELED to witness horrible atrocities to
| husbands, sons and daughters. Mothers
driven like slaves to labor for the in
vaders who despoiled their home and
desolated their native land. Is it any
wonder that millions OF Americas sons
swear by alt the sweet, memories OF
| childhood and OF home-sanctified by
mother saerifices-thaS they win not
abandon the present struggle until the
world is made safe for mothersg
| &c. b. l..