The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-11-12
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name he was chief mourner at this
bier. Beside him strobe the man under
whom the fallen hero had lived and
died in France, General Pershing,
wearing only the single medal OF VIC
tory that every American soldier might
wear as his only decoration.
And then, row on row, came the men
who led the nation today or have
guided it's destinies before. They were
all there, walking proudly, with age
and frailities of the flesh forgotten.
Judges, senators, representatives, high
est officers of every military arm Of
government and trudging little group
of the nations most valorous sons, the
medal of honor men. Some We're gray
and bent and dropping with old
wounds; some trim and erect as the
day they won their way to fame. All
walked gladly in this nameless COM
rafe's last parade.
Behind these came the carriage in
which rode Woodrow Wilson, also
stricken down BY inffrnities as he
served in the highest place Of the ma
ton, just as the humble private, rid
ing in such state ahead, had gone down
before a shell or bullet For that dead
mans sake the former president had
put aside his dread of seeming to pa
rade his physical weakness and risked
health, perhaps life, to appear among
the mourners for the fallen. There was
handcIapping and a cheer here and
there for the man in the carriage, a
tribute to the spirit that brought him
to honor the nations nameless hero,
whose commander n-chief he had
been.
After President Harding and most OF
the high dignitaries of government had
turned aside at the White House, the
procession. headed by it's solid blocks
of soldiery and the battalions OF sailor
! comrades. moved on with Pershing
now fianked by Secretaries Weeks and
DENLY, for the long road TO the tomb
| 1t marched on, always between the
human borders of the way of victory
| the nation had made for itself of the
great avenue, on over the old bridge
/ that spans the Potomac on up the Ions
/ hill to Fort Myer and at last to the
| gate of the great cemetery beyond
| where solGser and sailor folk sleep BY
1.-the thousands. There the numbering
guns. Of the artillery swung aside, th(
cavalry drew their horses out of the
Hong line and left to the foot soldiers
and the sailors and marines the las
stage of the journey.
j Ahead, the white marble Of the am
| phitheater cleaned through the trees
lit stands browning the slope OF tn
hills that sweep upward from the river
I and lust across was Washington, it
clustered buildings and monuments L
great dead who have gone before, {
moving picture in the autumn haze
People in thousands We're moving
about the great circle of the amphithe
alter. The great ones, to whom places
had been given in the sacred enclosure
and the plain folk, who trudged tn
Hong way just to glimpse the pagean
from affair, were finding their places
Everywhere within the pillared enclo
Isure bright uniforms of foreign sol
diers appeared. They We're laden will
the jeweled orders of rank and merit
/ worn to honor an American privat'
/ soldier greater than any there in thu
majesty Of his sacrifices, in the tribute
| his honors paid to all Americans wht
died.
Down below the platform placed 70
the caslet, in a stone vault, la.
wreaths and garlands brought from
lEngland's king and guarded by British
soldiers. To them came the British
ambassador in the fun uniform of hi
rank to bid them keep these tributes
from overseas safe against that hour
Above the platform gathered meI
lwho names. ring through current his
tory. BRAND, Foch, Beatty Balfour
/ Jacques, Dfaz and others in a brillian
array of place and power. They twerI
followed by Baron Kato from Japan
/ the Italian statesmen and officers, b!
the notables from all countries gath
Z cred here for tomorrow's conference
and by some of the older figures il
American life, too old to walk besid
the approaching funeral train.
! Down around the circling pillars tn
marble boxes filled with distinguish,