The Oklahoma City times. [volume] (Oklahoma City, Okla.) 1908-1984, 1919-04-28
'EACE WILL TAKE NO DIFFERENCE IN THE PATRIOTISf1 OF AMERICA

her comrade nations fought From
It's ruin, onf looks out and around
upon miles 1nd miles OF a dead leyeI
| plain. There Is not q shrub TO shield
from view the body OF a single brave
man whose yalor illumines the his
tory OF the tremendous conflict there
Directly TO the north is Paschaendale
Ridg,, and to the southeast Mount
kimmel, constituting he only high
ground anywhere TO be seen, taking
Ypres in front and flank. These
heights were he'd by veteran Prus-
sian legions, who from their SUBMITS
could see the coveted water, OF the
English channel Spread out in the
plains below, without shelter from
e1 ilading fire OF great guns, was the
army Of our British ally. The only
protection the men could get was
from he multitude, OF shell holes,
nearly every one half filled with
water Here by night and day, in
fair weather and foul, fighting their
way step by step, waist deep in mud
and mirc, chilled to the bone. these
incompatible heroes. these crusaders
in the cause Of liberty. fought their
way through inconccivable obstacles
and drove the enemy off the heights
from which the Hun had literally
viewed the Promised Eand Great
God What moment was that for
civilization And how beyond the
imagination OF man to picture hu.
man endurance ard courage SO ever
lastingly sublime
The French Sailor.
One day, riding through tins de-
yasta,ed region OF Belgium, We come
upon a weary sailor, one Of the crew
Of the French mine-swseper Nidet,e,
who, after years OF perilous service,
had been given 10 days lelve to find
the remnants Of his home. He asked
II we would "give him a lift" Of
course we would Taking him in the
machine, we carried him three miles
along the road to wh:re he formerly
lived, in the town OF Bailleul. As we
drove TO what was once happy and
thrifty village ard came to the in
tersection OF two streets, the boy
aligh,ed and said, Here is where |
lived" lie looked upon the scene
OF utter dcsolation with a sad, pa
thetic face. Turning to Us, he quietly
said, MY home is gone" And then
tn Eyes ailame, he added. But
France is ireew lie was an hum
BILE blacksmith; now only sailor
lad. But the sentiment to which he
gave utterancc made me think in his
person there was knighthood in flow
er MY home is gone, but France
is free" That vas his sacrifice,
Taking one from the devastated re-
gion back OF the lines, would like
those who think We should approach
the subject of our Victory loan in
cold blood tt 60 among the Red
Cross workers in France. While there
] was permitted TO read the diary OF
a Red Cross worker and in its sim
plicity and pathos II was veritable
epic was privileged to make copy
of it, and have thought sometime,
when might h.lpen to address a
Red Cross audience, would read
some OF the entries Perhaps il
woulo not be lnopportune to read one
or two OF them here tonight in or
der that you may get a clearer I'M
derstanding of what sacrifices were
made for US 5000 miles across the
seas and with what spirit real SUI
terlng was borne, This woman wrote /:
Soldiers Cheerfulness.
"SometimeSs the soldier boys who
are sent back to this hospital are so
anxious not TO WORRY their families
that hey want to send home impos-
sibly cheerful messages, such as no
mothe on earth would for a moment
believe For instance, the following
gem; Wounded yesterday in the
stomach. Feeling fine Tell mother
will he Up in day or two
And then another extract.
"All day long the wounded poured
in, and by afternoon we had three
sheds full Some OF those who came
had had noting to eat for forty eight
hours. As one boy, too badly wound
ed to raise his head said TO me as |
gave him hot coffee through glass
tube, I tell you wha, i, is, lady, the
Red Cross is Just great, big mother
to all of us BOYS"
And then again;
Il saw all day horrible things. Men
held on to both my hands so hard that
| thought my fingers would break.
Some OF them were wonderfully brave
and ground their teeth together or