Smyrna times., 1943-12-02


with the raising of eyebrows.
then accepted as the general run of
the mill. -.
Let us spin, for the moment, a
web of thought that isn't generally
brought to mind. who is it that
wins the war;. any conflict. :.
any battle? Is it he that bears
the arms. or he that makes those
arms fit to be presented to the
enemy, and succumb that enemy !?
One is as easily eliminated as the
other; neither is dispensableil
Everyday that passes, you, and
I, and all of us, rub shoulders with
a martyr that is as great, as good,
as tough, as death-defying, as those
that crawl through mud, and blood
and bodies of the living, and the
dead-those that live by the gener-
al code that they have a job to do
Ian all-important job, a job upon
which depends the balance of VIC
tory or defeat. "a job that is you
and you. and you!
Most of those that fill those jobs
today are young women. your
friends. and protectors. perhaps
your nieces, or even your daugh-
ters. "A minute cog in a mighty
wheel that is grinding slowly, but
surely toward a day of enlighten-
ment that shall spell victory and a
world of peace all over again to us
Ia day that shall gladden. the
very soul of most of us. but not
all of us!
There shall remain, in that glor-
ious day of complete victory, a
great many people that shall look
upon that day as a moment of
peace, of contentment, and of rest
:. for there won't be that feeling
of Zone more day.. -"
Consider this, you people of an
everyday world!
There are, among your company,
even now, any number of young
women who live in the shadow of
doubt that they will not live to see
tomorrow's sunrise. young women
who are giving their best of years,
their kindest of heart beats to that
job of making the implements of
war that will rush the day of VIC
tory. that moment when the re-
manning cream of American man.
hood can come home again, and re-
sumo, again, where they lay down
their plows and their tools, their
pencils and aprons, their hopes and
their dreams. their loves!
Do you appreciate them. these
women of your munition factories
that handle their high explosives
-. these women of the ship yards
who make the vessels that slide
into the water and carry the things
that other women make to hasten
victory. -?
Did you ever stop to think that
they are deserving of the highest
congressional award that is possi-
BILE, the highest honor of the ruling
heads of the mighty nations of this
world of ours?
And why not ?
They live in a world that is full
of sub-conscious mind. "a dread
that tomorrow may be the last day
that they may smile; one last
smile, one last kiss. one last en-
brace. .one last day!
One more day! one more day!
hats off, you Americans; A real
Nancy Hart is passing by! Hats
off, you guys, on the corner. !!
Here is real womanhood passing
by! A real American. "a specimen
of the kind of women that it took
to make Troy, of ancient Greece.
of the women that defended the
forts of the Indian-infested old
west; of the women that have al
ways lived in the fear of lone more
day."
You may not wear the purple
heart, you girls and young women
of the munition plants, and the in
dustries that make war imple-
ments possible, nor may you be
awarded the congressional medal of
honor, but we are proud to take
our hats off to you that live in the
shadow of zone mre day" in order
that tomorrow may be free of the
fears of today for the Americans