The sun., 1919-03-16

put tile puSlIleSS llidI DEOuBHI these
men to France is not refined one.
1t is kill or be killed. perhaps both,
and the duty of each man in the
American army is to kill as many OF
the enemy as may be, before he, in
turn. Is killed. Likewise 1t IS his
duty to study and understand the
psychology Of the German, and he
does 1t in his crude way, although
lie might not understand such men,
tai processes by the term psy-
chology.
An occupation lacking refinement
creates unrefined descriptive terms,
and the man whose temporary trade
is war chooses his own phrases and
originates new definitions.
I will not deny that my nerves
are tense with horror at what I
have seen, and with pride at what
our boys have done, even while my
soul is sickened with this closer
view of the red monster. War. In
the spirit of the men seen to-day,
am moved to greater admir- ation for
their qualities and an abiding faith
in our ability to finish as we have
begun. Youth of the American
army, flower of our young man
hood, my hat is off TO you! May
victory perch upon your banners,
and God give you the reward you
deserve here and hereafter.
In Hands of Enemy.
And here is further evidence Of Ger
man gentleness from the pen of Pri
vate James Donohue, a Buffalo boy
who was captured by the enemy ant
was. l am told. the first American
prisoner to escape and make his way
back to our lines:
attacked with our boys. and ran
into lot of Fritzies. One of them
hit me on the head with the butt OF
his rifle. and when woke up I was
inside the German lines being
dragged before an officer at German
headquarters. Every one I passed
along the road kicked, jeered and
spit at me.
When 1 landed In headquarters
pompous German officer asked me
how many divisions we had In
France. I said thirty" but he
didn't believe me. \ guard was
then placed over me. who watched
me all night. Just as day was
breaking was roughly awakened
and given an axe and without
breakfast I had to cut a lot of brush
that was to serve as camoufiage for
machine guns.
I was working close TO the front
lines and American machine gun
bullets whistled past me for fair.
had TO work all that night. When
I tried to snatch even a few min
utes of sleep a husky guard would
give me an awful kick with a big
hobnailed boot and I would grab
the axe and go to chopping again.
I saw three Germans disguised in
American uniforms. l was getting
so weak from hunger and loss of
sleep that I thought 7 would go
under any minute. Finally the
guard gave ms some i5tA-. brea1s
and thin, watery soup. could not
get any coffee.
PLENTY Germans 10 bury.
Afterward they put me to digging
trenches TO bury dead Germans in.
Along with other prisoners We dug
long rows. two and three deep. into
which it seemed as II they buried
the whole German army.
Finally, one night l found my
guard asleep. l walloped him over
the head with my pickaxe. He
never moved. I ran away through
the woods in front and there
CHANGED across some German Red
Cross dogs. I found some canteens
of water and hunks of bread tied on
their backs, which took.
All of a sudden l got where
shells were bursting everywhere.
bad run into a barrage and
thought 1t was all up with me.
But ducked along. and suddenly a
sentry challenged me. / recognized
him as an American and shouted at
the top of my voice. II am an an
American; don't shoot"
So he passed me through the lines
and that night I slept in the wood
inside the lines and reported the
next morning.
And so the battle continued, wit
cur boys edging their way slowl
ahead in the forest, the CHASTITY dea
lying all about them. Companies tina
had entered the battle 250 stron,
dwindled to nifty or sixty with a ser
sesnt or only q corporal In command