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Homes of the Enlisted Men of the 56th Brigade, consisting of the 111th and 112th Infantry, and the 107th, 108th and
109th Machine Gun Battalions. The view was taken from Reservoir Hill. At the left may be seen the long rows of
mess halls. In the background is a bit of pine woods and beyond is a a panorama of the surrounding country.
THE WHITE COMRADE
By Robert Haven Schauffler
Uhder our curtain of fire.
Over the clotted clods.
We charged, to be withered, to reel
And despairingly wheel
When the bugles bade us retire
From the terrible odds.
As we ebbed with the battle-tide
Fingers of red-hot steel
Suddenly closed on my side.
I fell, and began to pray.
I crawled on my hands and lay
Where a shallow shell-crater
yawned wide;
Then I swooned . . .
When I woke it was yet. day.
Fierce was the pain in my wound,
Yet I saw it was death to stir,
For fifty paces away
Their trenches were.
In torture I prayed for the dark
And the stealthy step of my friend
Who, stanch to the very end.
Would creep to the danger zone
And offer his life as a mark
To save my own.
Night fell. I heard his tread,
Not stealthy, but firm and serene,
As if my comrade’s head
Were lifted far from that scene
Os passion and, pain and dread
As if my comrade's heart
In carnage took no part:
As if my comrade’s feet
Were set on some radiant street
Such as no darkness might haunt.
As if my eamrode’s ayes
No deluge of flam® might surprise.
No death and destruction daunt,
No red-beaked bird dismay,
Nor sight of decay.
Then in the bursting shell’s dim
light
I saw he was clad in white.
For a moment I thought that I
saw the smock
Os a shepherd in search of his
flock,
Or some woman crazed by fright,
Chid in her wedding frock.
Alert were the enemy, too,
Then My Thoughts
Drift Back To You I
When the ringing notes of Reveille
By the morning winds caressed,
Echo upon a sleeping camp
And arouse us from our rest;
When he last sweet notes have
sounded
Soft on the morning dew,
Ard I drowsily roll from out my cot.
Then my thoughts drift back to you.
When the sun rises in its glory
And drives the chill from out the
air- -
For here beneath the southern skies
The days are warm and fair —
When out on the field we are drilling
Under those skies of blue;
I scarcely hear the sharp commands,
For my thoughts are back with you.
Throughout th© day when we are at
work
In the field or on marches long,
And the fellows are jolly and cheery
With outbursts of cheer and song;
When we are eating our beans and
spuds,
Or no mater what we do,
There is always time for thinking,
And those thoughts are all of you.
And when the day is finished
By the joyful call of Retreat;
When o’er the camp the notes of Taps
Seem to lull the boys to sleep;
Then my thoughts are drifting, drift
ing.
Just as they always do,
And they carry me back off to slum
berland.
Full of sweet dreams of you.
—Private Walter A. Anderson, Co. E,
112th U. 8. Infantry.
TRENCH AND CAMP
And their bullets flew
Straight at a mark no bullet could
fail;
For the seeker was tall and his
robe was bright;
But did not flee nor quail.
Instead with unhurrying stride
He came.
And gathering my tall frame
Hike a child in his arras . . .
I swooned and awoke
From a blissful dream
In a cave by a stream.
My silent comrade had bound my
side.
No pain now was mine, but a wish
that I spoke—
A mastering wish to serve this
man
Who had ventured through hell my
doom to revoke,
As only the truest of comrades can.
I begged him to tell me how best
I might aid him,
And urgently prayed him
Never to leave me, whatever be
tide;—
When I saw he was hurt—
Shot through the hands that were
clasped in prayer!
Then, as the dark drops gathered
there
And fell in the dirt.
The wounds of my friend
Seemed to me such as no man
might bear,
Those bullet-holes in the patient
hands
Seemed to transcend
All horrors that ever these war
drenched hands
Had known or would know till the
mad world’s end.
Then suddenly I was aware
That his feet had been wounded too;
And, dimming the white of his side,
A dull stain grew.
"You are iurt, White Comrade!"
I cried.
His words I really foreknew:
“These are old wounds,” said he,
“But of late they have troubled
me.”
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