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THE CARROLL FREE
RESS. CARROLLTON, CARROLL COUNTY. GEORGIA
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 24, 1918
KEEP ’EM GOING!
The Kaiser’s getting wiper. the Hun is on the run-
n V r f**? f ^ ht a lot before the iob is done
Ais,ie e ; 11 at the Marne licked "em on the
But, just the same, the beggars came and made a fight again
a\V 6 g0t t0 . ke fP. eiT1 . ho PPing until the Rhine is passed
^ can b et this time they’ll get a licking that will last
So send your money over to help the boys to fight-
Don t spare^yourself or stint your pelf. This must be done
Don t think it all is over; the Hun’s a stubborn pup
And he will dope himself with hope if once we let him up
Your future won’t be worth much, your dollars worth still less
As long as he can stand and see and think about success ' ’
.Wherever you have hid ’em, your dollars must come out
And raise a stake that soon will make each victory a rout
Don t wince because it hurts you; unless we win the war
The iron heel your neck will feel will hurt a whole lot more!
Remember every soldier that’s fighting for your cause
Is going in to fight and win without a stop‘or pause
^ hG /4.u n ?'!u that any let ' u P. will give the Hun a chance
And that they ve got to keep things hot while one is left in
France.
They know that you have backed them and that vou’ll back
them still
Y ith all y oa ,j'|®j £°t ( an d that’s a lot), and you can bet you
Did you lend with all your spirit, and lend with all your
might?
And lend with all your energy. Lend the way they fight!
PRIVATE HENRY W. HOLLAND
LETTERS FROM CARROLL’S SOLDIERS
PRIVATE HAL D. MERRELL
. Convalescent Camp,
Hospital Center, At P. O. 71)8,
September 27th, 1918.
Hello Mr. Mocks:
I am still in the hospital, or ’athr
convalescent camp, at present, but #*•
poet to get back to my outfit in a week
or tivo. L have been over hero three
months and will say that 1 hftve had
some experience for that length of time.
First, I think we broke the record in
getting to. tlic front, being exactly 17
days from the time I landed till 1 was
on the firing line, crossing England and
Franco during that time. Some troops
spent months drilling over here, but I
was lucky (or unlucky) enough to get
out of that, and get a taste of the real
thing to start with, and also to land
with a bunch of old regulars who had
already seen service up there. Since
I was hurt I have traveled over a great
deal of this country, and am u»w at
the biggest hospital in the world holds
40,000 beds, and more buildings are still
being built.
Never since the war began, have the
allies been so successful^ They are
winning on every front, and our own
army is doing their bit by driving ev
erything before them, and once a po
sition is taken they never let go. The
Germans say we don’t know when we
are beaten. It wouldn’t surprise me to
see the Bocho throw up his hands pret
tv soon, as he sees his finish now.
1 would like to write some real news,
but what’s the use. The censor must
be an editor—his scissors are always
sharp.
Well, good luck to you.
Yours,
HAL D. MERRELL,
Co. C, 30th Infantry,
Amer. Ex. F., France.
is for us who can be against us. Fear
not him that is able to kill the body
alone, but rather fear him who is able
to destroy the body ami the soul.
I still spend a great deal of my time
reading, and have just about finished
reading through the Testament. 1 can’t
go to sleep at night without going to
God in prayer, not because I am afraid
to die, nor because I am afraid I will
die, but because it is my duty and for
the blessings I receive each day.
I am expecting to take Christmas at
home. Gee, it seems to me like I havo
been all over the world since the day
I was at New Hope singing, and I havo
had more experiences than I woul I
have ever had, had I stayed in the Uni
ted States.
We stayed on the front twenty one
days and are now back of the line tak
i rest preparatory to going haul;
on the front.
1 am not permitteed to write as free
ly as 1 would like, ami for that reason
1 can’t write each and every one u per
“Somewhere in England,’’
September loth, 1918.
Miss Annie L. Dean,
Mv Dear Little Girl:
As you have been so true to me and
seem to enjoy my letters, I will not for
get you even if 1 am far away.
We left New York the first* of Sep
tember and landed in England on the
Hth. It was a wonderful trip, though
very tiresome, especially on the ship.
We traveled some on the train and saw
the country which is just beautiful,
through tunnels and en sides of moun
tains.
l’he sea was awful rougi. for about
three days, but better all the balance
the time, though better is bad.
We landed in a i.st camp and will leave
real soon for France. I have sent n
letter to the Free Dress which tells
most of the principal events, so you
an look for it.
Say, 1 lost my book of addresses on
the journey from Augusta to Camp Mer
ritt, but 1 remembered yours and will
let von guess why, and hope that 1 will
have the great pleasure to tell you in a
few days.
I know you are no stranger to me at
last, and have certainly enjoyed your
nice correspondence for this reason,
alien we are away from home, even in
America, you are dear to us, now just
imagine the difference when we hear
from you Carroll girls over here You
will never be forgotten.
As time is so limited, will close,
though if I could only tell all I know
would be some letter.
With love and best wishes to you till
• meet, 1 remain,
Your true friend,
DVT. HENRY W. HOLLAND,
1st Co., 0th Ordnance, It. N.,
Amer. E. F., France.
Via New York.
we see the face of Him who stilled, the
waves on (Inllilcc— our Christ a ten
son for our hope, an anchor for our
faith, an answer for us prayers. “God
cures! How sweet the strain. Our
lonely heart and weary brain are rested
Father cares.”
by the sweet refrain “God cares, our
DVT. WILEY F. GAMMON,
Jfitli Co., Ill'll fir. M T. D.,
Camp Hancock, Ga.
HOMER CAMPBELL
Sunday D. M„ Oct. (’>, 191,8.
sonal letter, but it is different with you
all, and I want some letters from home.
Give every one my address that you
think will write to me.
1 send my love and very best wishes
to all. Will try and write again.
Affectionately, your son,
GORDON NEWMAN,
09th U. K. Infantary,
Amer. Ex. F., France.
GORDON NEWMAN
“Somewhere in France,
September 2nd, 1918.
Dear Mother: ness,
been several days since 1
BUNICE H. BEARDEN
Company C, 1st Division,
Camp Gordon, Ga.
Dear Homcfolks:
How are you nil by now I I hope
brother and sister arc better. I was
sorry to hoar that they were so sick
with influenza. 1 can’t get a pass even
if von send a telegram unless the doctor
and the postmaster aingns it.
Say, if you get this letter before 1
get to come home and Claud and Lena
are no better, go to the postmaster and
get him and the doctor to sign the ines
sage and I can get to conic home, otli
erwise I can't. I certainly wanted to
come home when I got tiie message
that they were sick. 1 wanted to conic
so bad that t cried just a little, but it
didn’t do any,good, you see. I wish
I could know just how they are now
Mamma, thi sis the first time I have
ever been in this shape—some of my
people sick and I couldn’t go to see
them. It almost kills me, but I hope it
wil not last long. I hope this war will
not last long, anil I am sure that it will
close in a short time, then we can all go
to our homes and loved ones in happi-
ROBERT T. BROADWATER
Camp Gordon, Ga., -
September 14th, 1918.
Dear Mother:
I am gaining my strength fust and
am taking ns good cure of myself us
possible. That Spanish tin is bail,
’here’s a lot of it yet, but they have
It checked now. I wns in bed sixteen
days. I can eat most anything now.
Mamma, I sat around Inst Sunday
mill thought of home mid you and wrote
this peieo of poetry:
By the window just at twilight,
Sits a mother old and gruv,
Stic is thinking' of her boy
Who is sailing far a way.
How the veins have gone so quickly
Since he toddled on the floor,
And his merry laughter ringing
She can hear it o’er and o’er.
She cun see him in tho cornfield,
Planting in the curly May,
And down in the big broad meadow
Raking up tlie bright, green hay.
Then he hears his country railing,
And ut once he plans and starts,
Only thinking of his mother,
As in hitter tears they part.
Tho’ at times her life seems lonely,
Still on her face there is a smile;
For in God she trusts his keeping,
Ac lie guards him nil the while.
Lord help us to live from day to day,
la such a self forgotten way,
That when I kneel to pray
My prayers shall lie for others.
ROBERT T. BROADWATER,
Base Hospital, Ward 18,
Camp Gordon, Ga.
Dear Sister:
In mv imagination I can see you
jumping and skipping around getting
ready to go somewhere. Oh you had
better hurry ns will soon lie there,
and you must remember never to be
late.
Well, sister, I went down town last
evening and bud mv beauty struck
had one dozen post cards taken. A
friend from Alabama went with me.
First we went just outside the camp to
the Leawood Hotel which is certainly
a grand place. It was built first for a
huge Catholic school and it wns bought
out and turned into a hotel.
When have you seen mv girl. All, I
am looking forward to the day when
1 may behold the dear little girl with
mv own oyiYs. Nnv, Raymond Holland
is coming home next Sunday. His
commanding officer has done promised
hint u puss.
Yes, Malcolm was telling me about
11is trip iiml not getting bo see his girl
at all. Too had, do’t you think so?
I had a nice letter frjim n good look
ing girl at Thompson, Ga., yesterday
I met her as we came down from Gor
don. Da pH run tell you iilmt Thump
son looks like. I think it is a real
nice place. We could not tell much
about it from the railroad and it was
milling.
You will have to pardon my writing
on both sides of the paper, ns 1 am
about out of “ Y ” paper.
I sure enjoyed those letters clipped
from the Free Dress, Such is 1 news
from across you know.
Gee! the paper looked good today.
Dig headline, “linns Asking for
Donee.” ’Tis the general idea now that
the war will lie over by Christmas.
1 have written four letters today and
have one more In write tonight.
By the way, there are two inure
Campbells in the tent with me now
mid both are from New York. Both
clever nail jolly.
I must bring this letter lo u close.
Hoping to bear from you soon, 1 re-
niuin, Your loving bud,
HOMER CAMDBELL,
School Co,, 153'; M G. S.,
('limp Hancock, Ga.
n, and that thing you call drilling
is something else, you bet. I never did
such work in mv life. I think I will
get flit now. when I learn to blow the
alls. I will be off half of the time
just work every other day, and you-
don't get nnv special duty on this
it her. 1 don't know, I may stay on
this till I get tired of it and then try
something else. Old Wess ought to l>*
here now. There is room for one more
to join in this company, so if ho
is here he could take it in.
1 know you all are having something
good to eat now such un potatoes and
new syrup, gihitl old hot biscuits mill
butter, *oh my! That would make u
proncher lay his Bible down. I haven't
oaten hut one thing here that tasted
like home, and that was apples cooked
tin' way you used to tix them for me
with spice and then sweetened. You
know how 1 love them. They lire the
only thing that tastes like home, mid
• don't get them often.
I never hear anything about Hie war
unless some of IIS get a paper, III go
to the “Y”.nml get it on the board.
I guess you nil hear mule war news than
1 do. I don't erne anything about it.
Wlint I mil interested in is peace, and
gel to lie nt home, that is all that 1
want.
Guess I had better close for this
time. Answer soon mid long letters.
With lots of love, I remain,
Your alVeetionate hiisbmid,
HUGH.
OT1IEL ENTREKIN
“Somewhere in Branco,”
September 17th, 1918.
Lcnr Fill her, Mother mill All:
I was more than glad to hear that
guild news in your other letter, but I
could not answer then, ns wo were
moving mid working so hard.
I hope you me still enjoying life us
ni were when you wrote bforo, I
have not hom'd from Ora since she went
to Atlanta. Hope she lilus line.
No doulit you lire rending nil the
war news nt present. We happened
In receive pint of that honor which lias
just coine to the I’. S. boys. Wo were
about four days placing our guns, file
ing tho linns ut one of their strongest
points. Our bombs were slow getting
to iis so we didn't get to start with the
other boys that night, hut we worked
hard nil night mid were ready to fir*
the next morning. We fired nil day
e'er into the German trenches and
dug outs. Our captain went over t*
see our work mid found ttiat the target
my gun section was firing nt was ton
to pieces, lie found where oiie shall
went into the mouth of a dug-out and
blow out four Huns. Ho you see I can
rest assured that I helped to kill sbmu
of the Huns. We use very heavy guns
and the infantry hoys liked the work
they did very much. 'Dhe Germans
were puzzled nt our shells. They asked
after they were captured how we scat
so inueli dynamite over in one bunch.
Our hulloon uinil asked wlillt kind of
ti. S. cans we were throwing through
the air. Our shells can be seen rery
easily when there me no clouds. Vfu
had heard nil kinds of bad tales about
our guns before we used them any but
after using them everybody liked their
work. The Germans would have killad
many of our hoys had it not been for
our guns. We went over “No Man's
Land” to see wlint we had done, ua4
of eourso, we brought buck some south
airs. Home of the buys drank the l\ui>A
el 's wine mid beer, though 1 did not
drink any for I have not done so much
since I have been in France. I liar*
n strap oil' the shoulder of one of oar
victims mill will send it to yog if it niH
puss.
I ti in .living I'ut mid having good
health. We lire buck from the front
a few miles at present. We can mm
mu' gun* only when the front is stand
ing still. You have heard of fine marks
men nt shows mid fairs I guess, bat
wlint I siiw the other night when tho
drive started was ahead of anythiug
they have. We were right up in fruit,
of il whore ttie guns spit fire Into oar
faces. I happened to lie on guard ut
that time. *
Well I had a letter from II. N. Me
(Iraw the other day and tie told me in'
Art ice Bomile mid Vesta's trip nut i*t«
Alnliaina.
Guess I had better rinse. Hoping ta
hear from you lignin soon,
Your loving son
OTUBL ENTREKIN,
Buttery II, 1st Bn.,
Tr. Arty., O. A. G.
Amer. Ex. Forces, Franco.
As it has
wrote last, 1 will write again.
This leaves me feeling fine, and
trust that it will find you all enjoying
health, happiness and prosperity. It
seems like it has been a mighty long
time since I had any news from home
but I suppose that one reason for that
is that my address has been changed
since you all wrote to me, and I fee
sure that some of you have written am
when mv mail is forward**! I am \ook-
ing for several letters with a lot ol
news from home. There are a thousand
and one things that I want to hear
from home. Foremost of all things
that I want to hear about is the pro
tracted meetingc in general, and espe
cially at Concord. I wrote a letter to
the church at Concord and I am going
to write the lodge a letter.
Mother, there is one thing you must
not do, and that is to worry about me
and the other boys, if they have been
called, for we are counting on coming
borne ’some time before long, and then
wo are only doing what it is our duty
to do, and wc should do it glad y am
You and father should feel
have one or two sons
cheerfully,
proud that you
I want some of you to come up here
just as soon as you can, for 1 can't
ome home without a pass and escape
the guard house, and of course I want
to go anywhere else but there, yog
know. You know that it was reported
once that I was in there, but the ugm
who told that made a mistake, but I
have ben in the hospital for a few
weeks.
Mamma, when you have time I want
you to send rne a box of just anything
good to cat. I have plenty here, but
1 just want something from home.
You notice that some of my letters
me written on K. C. paper.. Well, that
is all, I just write on it. I don’t be
long to their institution and I don’t
attend their meetings. I have not and
will not have anything to do with any
thing that even pertains to Catholicism.
Well, as I am not feeling very well,
PVT. WILEY F. GAMMON
Camp Hancock,
September Kith, 1918
“GOD’S SERVICE FLAG.”
It was the evening hour. Gently, ns
though a curtain had ben drawn, the
sunset colors faded from the roseate
skies. Softly the purple shades of twi
light fell o’er field arid hill and dale.
Slowly the lengthening shadows deepen
ed into dusk. And then, as though a
fairy hand hail pierced the purple cur
tain of the night, the stain came out!
Eirst, one; then, two, and then so fast
we could not count. How beautiful,
how full of light they were! And as
we looked, it serried ns though God’s
starry service flag were stretched across
the sky; as tlfough the Father’s hand
in love had placed the stars in loops
and coils of wondrous light in memorv
of us, hiH children, the ones whom he
doth love.
God’s service flag—the stars—eter
nal emblem of His love for us boys, lest
we forget. For oft in the heat of
noonday toil, with backs grown wcarv
with their load, wc think, perhaps, He
does not care. Or sometimes in the
twilight gloom apart, with hearts
grown lonely and no song upon our
lips, we wonder if he has forgotten.
And then-—the stars come out—His ser
id as I know but little to write, I
Be sure and j vice flag, reminding ns that He does
to take part in such a great cause, for
we are fighting for the best th.u,, ° n
■earth. God is on our side, and if He
will make my leter short
let me hear from you often, and be sure
to n-et this address, as you know I have
be.m transferred—Co. C, 1st Division.
Well, I wish you all good luck and
liope the sick ones will soon be well, so
good bye till we meet.
Your loving son,
BUNICE H. BEARDEN.
ever love and care for us, his children.
Beautiful stars of love and hope! For
ever fixed and changeless, the shadows
fall in vain. Clothed in the beauty
and majesty of His love, they shine
throughout the darkest night bringing
ns a message of wondrous hope and
cheer. For behind their quiet beauty
Camp Hancock,
September 20, 1918.
Denr Wife:
Will answer your welcome letter that
received today at dinner. Was glud
to hear from you. This legves me do
ing just fine, duly I cun’t get used to
the weather. It is so hot one day, and
then cold the next. I gues lliis hot
sun is on your hack when you lire pick
ing cotton. We put stoves in every
tent the other day and now it is so
hot you don’t need any cover at night.
I have three warm blankets all solid
wool, so you see I am prepared for the
cold.
Lot me tell you something! 1 am
out of that “blooming” mnchiiu gun
work. I am now with the Henduurtcrs
Co. Bugle Corps, i don’t have ,to ilo
anything but blow the bugle. Instead
of going on tile drill field ia the day
I go down in tiie woods, in the shade,
and practice tint bugle calls. This
morning was the first time for me to
get out. Just three boys from my cmn-
pany went, and I happened lo get in
iis one of them. There were about
thirty of us boys out here this morr.
ing and nil of us green hands with bn
gles, so you can guess about wlint, kind
of a noise we made. It would haver
made a hound pup howl his eve balls
out, but yon know I am some musician
anyway.
You have to •stand inspection here
every day. Will tell you what for.
Last Sunday a case of measles was
found in this company, and every day
since they found them they line os up
and inspect us once a day. We Vjjii11
our hats off and [Mill our shirts up under
our arms and the doctor comes along
and [ticks out those with the measles.
I am not afraid of them for I have done
had them twice on the same place.
Hav, you tell your mother to be care
ful how she talks about those good old
potatoes. It just made my mouth wa
ter when I read that. And, gee, 1
know they are fine. I haven’t found
lint three tilings that are just about the
same in the army, and that is soup,
water and coffee. You can’t tell one
of them hardly from the other, ha! ha!
but I take anything they give me
whether it suits me or not, and most
of the time it don’t suit. Well, it
I is 1:30, so J will have to beat it to
the woods and make music for the jay
birds. Will be back at 4 o’clock.
Here I am to bother you again. I
am still feeling fine and not so tired
either anil the sun is two hours high.
I will have to say that I like this verv
much better than I did carrying a gun.
j Believe me, that thing you call carrying
THE RED CROSS SPIRIT SPEAKS
By 10HN H. FINLEY.
I kneel behind the soldiers’ trench
1 walk with shambles’ smear and stench
The dead 1 mourn.
1 hear the stretcher and 1 bend
O’er Sammy, Pierre and Jack and mend
What shells have torn.
I go wherever men may dare, I go wherever woman’#
care
And love can live.
Wherever strength and skill can bring ,
Surcease to human suffering £*'
Or solace give. , 1
I am your pennies and your pounds;
1 am your bodies on their rounds
Of pain afar;
I am you, doing what you would
If you were only where you could—
Your avatar. ‘
The cross which on my arm I wear,
The Hag which o’er my breast I bear,
Is but the sign
Of what you’d sacrifice for him
Who suffers on the hellish rim
Of war’s red line.
Stop That
Headache!
It’s Stopping
Your Work
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