The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1918-06-05
WOUNDED BUT CAN
Whip ALL HELL
Wounded American Soldier Tells n
c. Evans About the Spirit Of
the Yankee Soldiers.
PROBLEM ITO LICK THE KAISER"
Problem Of the Private 10 to "Lick the
kaiser;" Then It Is Home and
Mother for Him.

(Mr. Evans is engaged in Y. M. c.
| A. work in France. establishing huts
and clubs for the use of officers. He
sends weekly letters to our readers.
Mr.. Evans is an editor and magazine
writer Of note. All his letters are
most interesting. In most readable
way he relates certain phases Of con-
ditions in France that no other writer
has touched upon.-Editor.)
(By Harry c. Evans)
SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE, May l
IL was visiting one of our soldier boys
who is convalescing in the hospital
He is from Virginia; piece Of shrap-
mel had torn a hole in his side and
broke rib. He is not seriously hurt
and will soon return to his company
We had been talking but a few
minutes until We were fast friends.
It's wonderful how quickly friendships
are formed here An hour with a man
and you know him better than you
know your neighbor at home by whose
side you have lived for years. This is
due to the sudden change in the envir-
ons that surround our lines. It's a
deadly parallel.
A few months ago in our, quaint
homeland, now on foreign soil with the
world apparently collapsing about US.
There the peaceful fireside of the
home, now the din and roar of angry
cannon. There the happy, community
life, now the hardships of camp and
barracks.
A Strange Contrast.
Thon tha dean cotf1od onrronto ~
life, now chaos-all common values e
stroyed. Then the daily association of
friends and loved ones. Now thrown
you never met until yesterday. Was
there ever before such a contrast? We
have suddenly been transplanted from
a peaceful land where civilization has
reached its highest point in the his
tory Of the world to an inferno where
the air seems vibrant with the shrieks
Of the souls of murdered millions as
they take their flight from earth to the
judgment seat. Youth is crucified.
Millions of mothers are weeping,
like Rachael, for their children. In.
nocence, beauty, kindness, liberty,
justice and truth have been struck
across the mouth by mailed fist.
1t is not strange that in this new
and mysterious atmosphere men in
stantly interpret each other. They
are all citizens of dear old U. S. A.,
they are fighting under the same
flag, their interests are common, they
are thousands OF miles from home on
foreign soil-an sufficient for the i'm
mediate meeting of minds in a com.
mon brotherhood that has never been
matched by church, secret society or
any other organization of men.
Courage Of Men.
I have often marveled at the cOur-
age of men on the battlefield and their
apparent uncOncern Of death. Poets
and patriots tell US that men fight
and die for a cause; that they love a
principle more than they love life.
The principle of Give me liberty or
give me death" has been fought for
through all the ages, but the men who
have fought for that principle have
been opposed by men who evidently
did not believe in it. Men have fought
as valiently to sustain slavery as they
have to destroy it. The Germans re
fighting as bravely today for monarchy
as the allies are for democracy. am
not inquiring as to the causes of the
war, but as to the particular thing at
the crucial moment of the charge or
the defense, when the impact Of arm
ed soldiers against armed soldiers