Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1918-09-28
IDAHO LET'S Go
EARL WAYLAND BOWMAN.

Baupaume-it happened at Bau-
paume. Remember Baupaume.
The Allies were trying to take
Baupaume. American and French
forces had begun that relentless
drive, that sledge-hammer drive
that has been pounding hell out OF
Hindenburg best divisions since
the middle of July.
The Germans were being forced
back
But they fought. God, how they
fought! They had to fight. 1t was
death from the revolvers of their
officers behind them if they did not
fight--it was death from the bayo-
nets, the machine guns, the hand
grenades, the shrapnel of the Yam
KEGS and the French leaping at them
from the front if they did fight.
. For the Germans ii was death,
death, death. Death everywhere
Death ahead of them. death behind
them, death coming down on them
from the air above. Death, nothing
but death-and hell waiting below.
And so they fought, desperately,
madly.
Waves, waves, of Yanks and
Frenchmen swept on and on.
No human can describe it.
Language has not been invented
to articulate the fury of the assaults
and counter assaults.
It was war--war-and war is hell,
and hell is that indescribable con
dition of agony and horror just be-
yond the limits of human compre-
hension and just this side of the
boundary line of imagination, the
same and just the same as Heaven,
transcendant and overwhelming hap
piess, is at the other end Of the ca
pacity of the mind Of man to vision.
Sometimes the Allies advanced.
Sometimes they were hurled back
checked by the hail that spurted
from machine guns, the blasts OF
poison vapors that were like the foul
breath of a million fiends, the curtain
of fame that leaped out and wither-
cd with red torture everything 1t
touched.
Milton, Dante, Hugo, these masters
dreamed of such riots Of demons yet
had they seed their lips were dumb!
So they fought at Baupaume.
Those lads from America side by
side with the Sons of Lafayette
against Attila's hordes reincarnate
The French with the hot passion
to avenge, avenge, avenge!
The Yankees to crush Devil and
free a World.
The Germans with the blind fury
of hopelessness.
IhlS was Bdupduuic.
An American officer in sub-com-
mand saw a position far in advance
deep in the Prussian lines that
was Master position. 1t called to
him called like a challenge from the
Gods.
Stretching his hand toward the
coveted goal he asked his French SUI
perior:
May advance with my men, to
that position?"
you cannot reach it-and If so
YOU could not hold it."
eThe hell we cant! Come on
Boys, let's GO"
And they took it, and held 1t.
America is pointing toward Berlin
The beast of the ages says "You
cannot reach It'll
America answers: "The hell we
can't! Come on Boys let's go.
Idaho, your state and mine, is
pointing toward a goal--toward the
goal of her solemn duty.
Eight million Dollars of War Saw
ings Stamps bought with the earn
ings of her. people in this year OF
1918; Eight million Dollars loaned
to America that America may reach
that other goal, Berlin.
America asks Can you reach
it?'
The blood mad Hun, the fiends who
have raped Belgium and made faiI
France a land Of desolation, the
secret enemies within our own dear
Home land-the Judas Iscariots who
would betray your Liberty and mine
crush the freedom of your sons and
nv sons, destroy the Nation of your
fathers and my fathers sneer at Idaho
and shout:
Idaho can't reach it! Idaho CAM
do it.
Citizensl Patriotsl Men and wo-
men reared here in the shadow o.
Gods holy mountains, answer them
answer them
"The hell we can'tl Come on, Idaho
let's 60"
A. F. Anderson entertained his
brother from North Yakima severa
days this week.