The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1918-02-19
latest American arrival, war-rail-

latest American arrival, war-rail-
road man. LL ....s....
well, no. corrected the leftenant,
strtightening his leg cautiously. Its
the slowest thing there is; no excite
ment about it. You see, we followed
creeping barrage. The ground is all
laid out in imaginary squares, and a
platoon of six guns has to drop IL
shells on that square. If two or three
of the guns are out of commission, the
rest of them have to divide it up, but
18 shells must drop on that square,
which makes it pretty certain tnat
there won't be living thing left on
top of the ground. Then the guns
are trained on the next square ahead,
and the infantry follows up to hunt
the Boches out of the pill boxes"
what time was this; dawn?" came
from one VINO craved picture.
mo, about seven-thirty," consid'
cred the leftenant. well, about
nine-thirty, after I'd spent a couple OF
pigeons the enemys barrage came
forward to meet ours, and a shell
dropped behind me, and got me, in
the hip. My light went out for a
minute, but l came to right away.
lay there seven hours in the mud, but
it didn't hun. very much. l was
pretty comfortable. In that time, two
barrages passed right over me, our
own and the enemys. About five
O'clock the stretcher-bearers found
me. Say, they're the brave fellows!'
That's the way he told it. No can
mons red glare, no ear-bursting din,
no panlemonium tearing loose, no
fierce, struggling figures amid the roll
ing smoke, like weird demons let out
of hell, no straining forward until
the blood veins seemed bursting in
the temples, no mortal gasp as the
fragment struck him, no frenZied ef-
fort to preserve consciousness as he
slid into the dim shadows Of oblivion,
no taking us in on his probable vivid
pictures Of home and mother, and the
boys on Main street, and the girl at
the garden gate, and no seven long
hours of agonized torture while the
battle ragged around him and death
dealing shells were dropping on every
hand! No fireworks, no lramatics, no
lurid thrill;' particularly no thrill!
You wouldn't think sentiment or pO:s
etry was in that man, would you?
ID 'Eut what's the big idea about go.
ing back into it? inquired a gentle
man of the commercial contingent.
You've done your bit. You could
quit with credit right now"
Leftenant Tom Strengthened up, and
looked. at the gentleman of the COM
mercial contingent with wonder in his,
SOFT brown eyes. 8
"Quit?" said he why, the Boche
isn't licked. We can't quit, any OF us,
until humanity is SAFE 4g /.
And Lieutenant Bill talks exactly
like Leftenant Tom. He has a fine
medical practice at home, nice wife,
beautiful little daughter; and his
father didn't want him to come. 4
!':Look here, Bill" said his father.
What's your idea in going? You're
doing better than any of US ever ex-
pected, so why don't you stay right
here and hold your practice?"
swell, father said Lieutena1yt
Ell, every man must be true to him
self" s25
There you are. The Americans who
came over here are fighting with ex-
actly that, sort Of thought in mind.
And it isn't bunk" because they're
risking their lives for It; more. than
their lives; everything they hold dear.
This is the biggest collection Of ST
monpure altruists ever brought to-
gether! In our high idealism lies
the answer to the Frenchman's deep
regard for us, his trust in us, his su
pre1ne condolences! The bond Of sym.
pathy between us is the poetry IN us
both. How's that?
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