The Oklahoma City times. [volume] (Oklahoma City, Okla.) 1908-1984, 1918-07-20
BY PRIVATE HAROLD R. PEAT.
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ny PRIVATE hAROLD X, PEAT.
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1t was on a Kentucky farm few
weeks ago where the negro cook was
vastly interested in my wife. She
asked her innumerable questions.
"Io' come from the country whar
the big guns fire "
why, surely--yes"
The cook made no comment She
stared in silence for a long time, then
lett the room only to return in anoth-
er ten minutes.
"lo', Mis- Peat, don reckon this wah
be oyah 70 Resurrecton?"
a pertinent question, folks. And
quite unan,werable.
Stick Till We Win.
All we know, humanity speaking
is that we boys are going to stick
till we win There are rumoss OF
peace, there are whisperings OF COM
promise, All are futile and useless.
All, practically, are the outcome of
German propaganda There can be no
peace, no compromise, without the
sanction of the men who are fighting
Tor Peace and Liberty and Right.
Thinking men know this. Thinking
men know that men as mentally de
vcloped as they themselves are the
men who are fighting today. The sol
der of yesterday is myth ard a
memory-the man who did as he was
told without a thought or glimpse
n tntttat,Na fIh. rAlI,.s Il
also thinking man Should an at
tempt be made to settle terms OF what
now could only be an unjust peace, /
shudder to think of the greater GAIA
clysm launched on the world thereby
Russia Nothing in Comparison.
The Russian revolutions would be
as nothing in comparison--the Russian
debacle would be but a Joke. Almost
one could believe that the mouldering
bones OF men, dead in the cause three
years ago, two years ago, would rise
up IN wrath and materiaize to defend
their own dust, shattered to defend the
shattered ideals of freedom.
No, all governments know these
kings, no presidents, no
popes can call Peace il the soldier
wills that there shall be no Peace.
Stickers-what are they-who are
theyl
"The war is too long When will
it end1 Oh, that it were over |"
Those are not the cries and exclama-
tions OF the soldier We are not seek
ing more Of killing, more of fighting,
more of war Far from il, but neither
is il the soldier who squeals for an
ending to a thing which seems some
times not yet begun.
We are fighting again at Givenchy (;
we are back once more at Pioegstraat
gloomy old "Plugstreet" we are
round old Armenticres yet again. How
| remember them all, and how the
boys are sticking
The Enemy Sticks, Too.
Is the enemy sticking, tool Do peo-
pie realize that we think too little Of
the enemy2 In our talks and specu-
lations we oftentimes seem to miss
his point of view.
The enemy is sticker Of stickers-
Just as we,
1t was at St. Julien that | saw the
first German massed attacks Those
days when Calais was their object
vain then, as, God grant it is vain
now.
But how they stuck In the gray
dawn OF morning they advanced
shoulder to shoulder. They looked like
solid moving mist, a heavier atmos-
phere, all gray blue. The first line
rolled on and on steadily-always
coming towards US, closer and yet
more close. We could not miss. for
the target was solid. From behind
the fallen man another quickened his
pace and filled the gap--to fall
They Work Mechanically
They looked neither to right nor
left Mechanically their hands lifted
and fell as they pulled their gun trig
gers and shot from the hip a covering
fire as they came.
The first line advanced across the
open, the gaps began to widen---there
were none near enough behind now TO
fill them The first line fell TO a man.
and then the second line attacked.
Like heavy mist Of gray blue they
came cross the open in the early dawn.
Gaps came in their ranks, gaps filled,
then the line melted to noihingness
before our defense-our defiance. for
we lay there one man 10 ten of thirs
And the grey blue mist lay soon in
soggy heaps OF two and three and four
piled on one another.
A third line came, a fourth, a fifth,
q sixth, seventh. Seven times they