The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1919-07-19
"MY SWORD IS BATHED IN HEAVEN.

"MY SWORD IS BATHED IN HEAVEN" I.
America today leads the world, literally, in the
great patriotic pageant which is staged in Lon
don to celebrate the victory of the allies. reg
iment of American soldiers, 3,400 strong, headed
by General Pershing, will lead the great victory
march, according to the program which has been
cabled from London. After America will come
the Belgian troops, then France, Italy and the
other allied nations, with England bringing up
the rear, with her the Australian, African and
Indian soldiers.
In order to avoid any appearance of partiality,
it is announced, the troops will form in Alpha
betical order. So it is merely twist of fate, a
turn of the great wheel of life, if you will, that
has placed America at one end of that great line
of heroes and Great Britain at the other, the
Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end
of civilization. America, the pioneer, the hardy
adventurer, leading the way; Britain the strong,
the stable, the bulwark, backing up America. And
linking the two together, courageous Belgium,
France, the invincible Italy the brave, fluid
in the white heat of the cauldron of strife and
now shaped into one strong weapon by the great
machine of war to fight for righteousness for
all time to come.
This is what we in London today. The
leaders of all the nations of the world who have
given themselves for righteousness, for democ-
racy, for civilization, who have literally poured
themselves and all that they had into the mold
for the hand of the Master, who have given all
that they were ever hoped to be, all that was
strong, all that able, all that was true, all
that was of worth, to the making of sword for
Righteousness.
my sword is bathed in Heaven" That cry
has rung down to us through centuries. How
dare we then, we here in America, reach out and
snatch that sword from the hand of the nations !?
How can we stand here, we men and women of
the United States of America, and dare to turn
that sword by much hair-breadth against
civilization?
While our senate plays petty politics, while
Lodge and Borah belittle this country and it's
representatives, over there in London today the
boys are marching face forward to the foe
whether that foe be foreign-born or American
born, whether he be politician or poltroon.
Led by General Pershing, the men of America
have written the name of America in blood on
the fields of Flanders, where the bodies of hun
dreds of thousands of their comrades lie, those
men the spirit of whom is undying, the soul of
whom is immortal, the courage of whom is in
vincible and imperishable.
For at the head of that victorious parade in
London today marches mighty host led by
Washington and Lafayette, Barbaldi and Rich
ard of the Lion Heart-those who died for an
ideal-and with them rides brave Joan. But
closer, nearer, dearer, walk the hosts of Ameri-
can youth who fell at Chateau Thierry, at the
Argonne forest, the hosts of France who fell as
they cried, They shall not pass"-the brave
Belgians the Italian heroes who dyed the SHOWS
of the Alps with their life-blood, the Britishers,
Canadians and the Ansacs who held back the foe
from the channel ports and saved the world to
fir ed.Jr;.
Let the politicians beware the wrath of that
great host, when in the senate of these United
States few men, for their own narrow parti-
san views, seek to turn the sword which these
men have tempered in the white heat of war and
sharpened for the purposes of right into wea-
pom for the enemy, to be turned against those.
who now seek peace and those others who have
died that the world may be free.
A headline proclaims that the allied delegates
do not trust Germany. Well, who does?