The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-01-31

word passed through the
barracks that orders had
come to proceed to France.
Eagerly the Prince scanned the
list. His name was missing,
He hurried to his colonel. The
senior officer knew nothing ex-
cept that his name had not been
included. The Prince asked for
a days leave, and, securing a car,
bolted for the war office in
London.
THE Prince demanded that he
j. be allowed to see the great
Lord Kitchener, Secretary of War
The young Prince, in the uni
form of a second lieutenant, his
eyes flashing with excitement and
determination, clicked his heels
and saluted.
why can't 1 go to France with
my battalion, sir?" he stubborn
ly demanded.
What difference does it make
if I get killed? I have four
brothers. Any one of them is just
as fit as I to fill my place"
The young officer was burning
with anger and resentment. These
men in the war Office were doing
their best to make a royal molly
coddle out of him.
Kitchener rose slowly to his
feet.
1T isn't question of your be-
ing killed." he answered in his
deep voice. IF that were the only
consideration 1 might think that
1 had no right to oppose you. But
you might be taken prisoner. And
we've got enough to fight about
without that. Go back to
your regiment and learn some
more about soldering"
TOR the moment there was no
IL higher court of appeal.
But the Prince kept the road
hot between the training camp
and the war office and Bucking-
ham Palace.
Finally he at least partly won.
He was to go, but as a staff Of
f1cer and not as a platoon COM
mander of a regiment in the line.
He had only been in France a
few weeks when one evening his
absence from headquarters mess
was noted. A hurry-up call was
sent out to locate him. An hour
or two later he was found.
He had borrowed dispatch
riders motorcycle, wrecked it when
he ran into a shell hole and was
now happily ensconced in dug
out, playing cards with French
poilus, smoking cigarets and TAX
ing a pull now and then at a
French canteen of the sour red
wine, the pinard, of the French
ration.
Already he was finding his way
into the hearts of common men.
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4 T bombing school the Prince
"A had held on to his hand
grenade a second too long, and it
had burst dangerously near.
Enough of that, sir!" a crusty
old sergeant barked. who wants
to have a King with only one
bloody arm?"
Not so long ago the Prince Wis
tied a small private hospital.
At each cot he stopped, shook
hands with the Tommy and spoke
words of sympathy and encour-
agement. After more than an
hour he was led toward the exit.
Suddenly he turned to the head
nurse; 81 understand you had 36
patients here-but I've seen only
49,"
1t was explained that the others
were so hideously disfgured that
he was not taken into their par
ticular ward.
us it for my sake or theirs that
you're not taking me there?" he
asked quietly.
For yours, sir"
Then insist you show me in, !"
the Prince demanded
He was led into the room. At
each bed he stopped long enough
to thank the wounded veteran for
the sacrifice he had made and to
assure him that neither he nor
England would ever forget what
they had done.
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VXTHEN he had finished he
w turned again to his guide.
But I've seen only six men.
Where is the seventh?"
The head nurse explained that
no one was permitted to see MIN.
Blind, manned, hideously disfig-
ured, he was kept alone in a