The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1918-05-25
Over There.

over Incrc.
Over there amidst the devious and
uncertain pathways of the Italian AL
pine ridges, where the untrodden
mountain peaks hug the clouds, the
cannons sullen roar tells of suffer-
ing and death.
Over there, amidst bog and fen and
foul morass, in Flanders undated
Shiny wales, infested with countless,
nameless malaric and gaseous dan
gers, Germanic serpents pour immense
measures OF Hellish "kultur' of de-
struction to human progress and veal
Over there, where Picardy's music
throated fairies, used to enchant artis-
tic humanity, upon it's fiower-be-
spangled plains and verdant meads,
now our brave Gladiators upon the
arena of Democracy are battling for
justice and right.
Over there, amidst the Lorranian
hills and valleys, in dugouts and
trenches, in the wooded hills and iron
mines. in holes and caverns measure
less to men, where Verdun, steadfast
ly holds its mighty hand against the
mailed fist hidden behind the ronclad
and trembling Metz; our boys, yours
and mine, with Old Glory as their
guide, are gathering strength for the
final struggle that will tell,
over there, amidst the darkling wa
ters of the North sea, where count
less t1unnish submersible serpents
lurk unseen. our Sims and Scheys
and Paul Jones and Decaturs by the
thousands, silently and devOtedly
combat all the dangers that may come
and keep the highways safe for us
all.
Over there, amidst the Holy Tenn
pies of the Holy City in the Holy
Land, where Christianity and Judaism
lived and taught and preached and
sang the Brotherhood of Man, and
told OF the principles Of friendship,
the ideals of Charity and the stand
ards Of Justice, our friends, our neigh
bOrs, are digging for the foundation
upon which to lay the ground stones
for universal Democracy.
Over there, amidst the countless
battlenelds our brothers and sons, our
husbands and sweethearts-our near
est and dearest-and our neighbor's
and friends are watching, working.
struggling. fighting. bleeding and dy
ing-sacrificing their all upon the al
tar of Democracy, that all who live
may share their fullest measure of
liberty and justice.
Over there, on all the battling
grounds, in every imaginable danger
amidst understandable horrors. in the
widowed and orphaned huts Of wars |
journey, amidst the roar of cannon
and hail of musketr the groans and
prayers of the distressed and maim-
ed and helpless and needy our nieces
and nephews--your and mine-the
fairest maidens of our blessed land, |
the bravest sons of the free, the
greatest hearts that humanity can
produce are working re.entlessly, un-
grudgingly, willingly, sacrificing every
convenience and luxury of life, and
even life itself for the sake of hu
manty In sunshine or rain, day or
night you will find them ministering to
the sick and distressed, attending the
wounded and helpless, the tiny or
phan and the dccrepit widow. They
have only one religiOn-RELIEF,;
they have only one enemy-MISERY;
they ask for no reward except the
means of making their efforts and
labors accomplish the greatest good.
They belong to no race or party.
their banner is the RED CROSS, the
emblem of mercy. Is.
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