The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1919-06-03
LIVE A LIFE Of
GRATITUDE AND
APPRECIATION
THAT'S WHAT R. d. PINKEEToF, OF
THE LONDON SCOTTISH. FIRST
BRITISH BATTALION IN ACTION
SAYS WE OWE OUR FALLEN
HEROES.
| Says the Spirit we Caught for q Fnne'
During the Dark Days Shou4o
Abide with us Always.

| Below is published an able and con-
Nincing nrtirl" by Private X. j. INK
crton, Of the London Scottish. the nrSt
British battalion IN action on what we
| owe our boys who made the supreme
sacrifice on the field OF battle. PrlVatn
| pInkcrton experienced the horrors OIL
war at their worst and appreciates as
ONLY those who have had that experience
can, tho sacrifices that were made in
! the cause Of humanity and civilization.
! Hie article follows:
The days unfolding before us shows
that We have entered upon new and
wonderful era of the world. Peace has
come after four years and three m"n'nS
of awful bloody struggle in the old
world-wEcrc with those gallant d"f"ha-
| crs Ct the allied powers our own" have
fought and died SO tina, those OF us VINO
sent them fourth may still carry on
may live the life by their death
| made secure. What an awful sacred
, trust those men have left with us. ana
! what wonderful privilege is ours 10
show the world that their death Oh inc
! fame split bat,lchclds of Europe has
not and will not be for naught.
This beautiful thought is fittIngly and
| wonderfully summarized by that great
! American Gcncral-thc C"mmandcr-ln-
/ in-Chicf of tho A. f.. T., General "BIafk
| Jack" PcrShing when on Memorial lay
! at RomagLc. FranCc-in 'hc ArEohhc
cemetery where on the hill swept coun-
try side Of the Argonnc over 9.oVo OF
"our own lie At rest.
! "Farcw ell dear comrades. here under
| the clear skies. ON the green hlll%ldcS
and amid the towering fields of France
! in tho quiet Eust Of pcar" We leave you
| forever in Gods keeping.
Through many long nights or tire
| less vigil. those men. kept lhr tal'h'
! through rain and sunshine alike the
: thought of a home and loved ones spur
! rcd them on and un--and on-and now
! they lie for us a ransom paid and yet
this is but fraction of our iIllcd dcau.
/ But suffice it 20 those that IN" Sacrlhce
J has been made that you and | may live
: in pcaCc-and if God so Will nroht IN
more tangible way such AS riches
health and happiness. But OF that
! trust that sacred obligation. that How
ing torch thrown across the seas from
falling HANDS; how will We meet II. how
arc we preparing TO carry on the work
so unsclhshly started for us"
1T is not difficult to sec that som"
~ us arc inclined Ia relapse into state
, or slothfuIncss again. rrc-war days
with their shallow and shady pursuits
: arc logging our path. Some. many OF
us though for time had caught the
shirt Of the trenches. that or Sclt
sacrifice devotion To duty and unSCInsh-
ness are beginning To forget. ON 20"
o forbid that our gallant heroes dead may
NOT lock upon n world of careless.
thouch,lcss and unAppr""iat'rc people.
God forhid-that in tho heaven blessed
! country that its peoples Will eve: tnr-
get 1t IS easy to flag wave on tho spur
Of tn" moment when our m"rshalIcd
battalions Of sun tanned heroes return
TO their homCs-wc ray momcntry NOM
arc 10 our brave sons on their return to
the land Of their dreams. but what "t
their comrades resting in the hush ol
! ncoccrul day Somewhere In France
! amid Tho flower carpetrd bnttlchclds OF
| Flanders? Think. What they have
| done for you. Stop moment right
here and now, and try 10 imaEin" inc
bcreaycd homes. tho aching hearts. IN"
cmpty chairs in som" homes. Docs II
mean nothing 10 YOU that phsShN' NM
I Yes il must mean something I" YOU
q Let II hc your slogan I" l.N" n III" OF
! gratitude and Al. -" ton. Words can
not forcetUlly hrnE To YOU that vivid
! picture Of sacrifice that our boys ana
ttoqc Of our all;ns have learned in the
waiting and heat e hatllc. bat in 'hr
DAYS "; unhNrn let "Irl! Of u: rus" with
a thankful heart. grateful IN Its arpr"-
Ciation thHt because of the Sunr' me
sacrifice made by 50 many Of our boys
we hive been spared tn" ravaEcs Of war
and tho fate Of r'ood soaked Belgium
and Northern France
IF ye break faith with us VINO dle'
We shall not sleep. though poppics grow
in Flanders Fields
Let this Thought sink in.