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TRENCH & CAMP
Published weekly at the National Camps and Cantonments for the soldiers of the
United St a! us.
’ • National Headquarters (
Room 5<M, Pulitzer Building
New York City
JOHN STEWART BRYAN’
Chairman of Advisory Board of Co-operating Publishers
Camp and Location Newspaper Publisher
Camp Beauregard. Alexandria, LaNew Orleans Times PicayuneD D. Moore
Camp Bowie, Fort Worth. Texas Fort Worth Star TelegramAmmon C. Carter
Camp Cody, Deming, N. MexEl Paso HeraldH. D. Slater
Camp Custer, Battle Creek, Michßattle Creek Enquirer-NewsA. L. Miller
Camp Devens. Ayer. Massßoston G10be....." Charles h! Taylor. Jr.
Camp Dix. Wrightstown. N. J... Trenton Times.. James Kerney
Camp Dodge, Des Moines, lowaDes Moines Register Gardner Cowles
Camp Doniphan, Fort Sill. Okla Oklahoma City OklahomanE. K. Gaylord
Camp Fremont, Palo Alto; Cal San Francisco Bulletinß. A. Crothers
Camp Funston, Fort Riley, Kan Topeka State Journal Frank P. MacLennan
Camp Gordon. Atlanta, GaAtlanta Constitution.. Clark Howell
Camp Grant, Rockford, 11l The Chicago Dally News.... Victor F. Lawton
Camp Greene. Charlotte, N. CCharlotte ObserverW. P. Sullivan
Camp Hancock. Augusta. GaAugusta Heraldßowdre Phinizy
Camp Jackson, Columbia, S. C.. Columbia StateW. W. Ball
Camp Johnston. Jacksonville, Fla. Jacksonville Tlmea-UnlonW. A. Elliott
Camp Kearney. Linda Vista, Cat.’Los Angeles Times Harry Chandler
Camp Lee, Petersburg. Va.... Richmond News Leader John Stewart Bryan
Camp Lewis, American Lakes. Wash.. Tacoma Tribune F. S. Baker
Camp Logan, Houston, Texas.. Houston PostGough J, Palmer
Camp MaTcArtHur, Waco. Texas Waco Morning News ..Charles E. March
Camp McClellan, Anniston. Alaßirmingham (Ala.) News.F P. Glass
Camp Meade. Admiral. MdWash., D. C., Evening Star Fleming Newbold
Fort Oglethorpe. GaChattanooga (Tenn.) TimesH. C. Adler
Camp Pike. Little Rock, Ark Arkansas Democrat. Elmer E Clarke
Camp Sevier. Greenville, 8. CCharleston, 8. C., News and Courier.. R. C. Siegllng
Camp Shelby. Hattiesburg, Miss New Orleans Item James M. Thomson
Camp Sheridan, Montgomery. Ala Montgomery Advertiser,C. H. Allen
Camp Zachary Taylor, Louisville, Ky. .Louisville Courier Journalßruce Ha'deman
Camp Travis. San Antonio, Texas... *
Kelly Field and Camp StanleyJ San Antonio Light Charles S. Diehl
Camp Upton. Yaphank. I. 1.. N. Y.... .New York WBrld Don O. Seitz
Camp Wheeler. Macon, Ga.... Macon TelegraphP. T. Anderson
Published under the auspices of the National War Work Council, Y. M. C. A of the
United States, with the co-operation of the above named publishers and papers.
Distributed free to the soldiers in the National Camps and Cantonments. Civilian
subscription rates on application.
America is now at grips with the
Hun. The preliminary period of
training behind the lines has been
passed. A sector es the greatest bat
tlefront-'the world ever saw or ever
will see is now held by American
soldiers.
In some places the American line is
only sixty feet from the German line.
The American soldiers have been and
vzill continue to be under steady fire.
It is no secret that Germany regards
America as her most dangerous enemy
and that the Huns realize they must
concentrate their energies on the
khaki-clad defenders of democracy.
Already the Germans have learned
that America’s soldiers are determined
to sell their lives at the dearest price
and must be attacked with superior
numbers.
The whole civilized world will
watch this American sector, destined
as it is to roll, perhaps slowly but
nevertheless surely, forward until the
war lords of Germany are beateh to
<their knees. The eyes of America,
particularly, will be focussed on this
sector from, which are to be expected
the usual casualty lists, compensated
for with heroft achievement and the
steady advance of democracy upon an
autocracy ambitious to spread its
slimy tentacles over the face of the
earth.
It is a thoughtful life, is this of our
Army and Navy, even if sometimes
•our officers gently suggest we are not
“using our heads.” It takes' thought
to master even the rudiments of drill,
more thought to ’operate machine
guns or to hurl grenades and still
mpre thought to master the vital art
of self-protection. Some df us are
doing more real and useful thinking in
the Army han ever we did before we
‘put on the khaki or olive drab.
I But there.is one time when a man’s
.thoughts are of a* type different from
those of drill or barrack. Every sol
dier and every sailor knows that time;
it is “sentry-go,” when a man has only
himself with whom to commune
through hours that seem intermin
able. We must think while on sentry
duty, for there is nothing else to do
to walk post and keep alert.
And such thoughts as come up then
thoughts of home, thoughts of the
sweet remehibercd past, thoughts of
the kaleidoscopic present, thoughts of
the eventful future. To some of us,
the coming of the relief-guard is like
awakening from a nightmare. To
others it is as the benediction at the
end of a whole-souled service.
B&t unpleasant as it may be to some
and disagreeable as it appears to all,
those hours we spent on,post, those
solemn night hours can be among the
most precious of our whole experi
ence—just because they are so lonely.
When a real man cannot see anyone
else in the dark, he often sees himself
BIG MAJORITY WILLING
j Statistics compiled by Provost
Marshal General Crowder show that
out of the 1,057,363 men certified for
.service on the first draft, 639,054
were ready, willing and anxious to
serve their country and made no
.claim whatsoever to exemption. The
.willing men composed 60.44 per cent,
of the total. The other 418,309 men,
forming 39.56 per cent, of the total
number certified, failed to appear or
filed unsuccessful claim* to exemp-
THE BEGINNING OF THE END
ON “SENTRY GO”
T R EN CH AND CAMP
America is now to bear the brunt
of the world’s greatest war. Her sol
diers have been pronounced fit to take
their places beside the veterans of the
French and British armies. Her
S others, fathers, wives and children
e resigned to the fates of war, know
ing that America must pay no less a
price for her safety and security than
has France or Great Britain.
The great hour has come.*' The
doom of autocracy was sealed when
America entered the war and its death
knell sounded when a sector of the
battlefront was turned over to her
stalwart sons.
President Wilson has said: “The
culminating crisis of the struggle has
come, and the achievements of’ this
year on the one side or theother must
determine the issue.”
No American doubts for a moment
whit the determination of the issue
will be. Like President Wilson, the
whole country places a justifiable and
immeasureable reliance upon and con
fidence in America’s soldiers, who
carry with them the tradition that
their forefathers' never knew defeat on
the field of battle. This tradition is
safe in the keeping of the American
soldier ofi today, whose name shall
ring down the corridors of time as
“the liberator of the human raje.”
in the light. He finds himself cogi
tating of things that appear at other
times to be vague and distant, even
unmanly. He thinks of his own small
ness in the great world that swims
and swings above him. He thinks how
little of that world he really knows
and, for tnat matter, "of how little the
world really knows him. And in his
mind there came—who can deny it—
questionings about life and death and
about the ,God Who ordains the course
of every man—even as He shapes the
orbit of the stars that semaphore their
messages from afar. We learn some
strange, new lessons in the dark and
reach, in the shadows, some conclu
sions after which we vajnly groped
even in the high noon of thoughtless
peace.
And it is on “sentry-go’.’ that the
victories of the war are won, because
those victories, after all, are the
triumph of the will and the spirit over
the world and the flesh. What is to
make tfeis army of ours the decisive
factor in this war? We know the an
swer-morale. And what is to give
us that morale? The courage of the
individual. And what is to fix the
courage cf the individual? A solemn,
personal adjustment of the great
things of life, and the small, deep
down within the heart of the fighting
man. You may call it a sense of duty,
if you will. You may call it abandon.
You may call it fatalism. In reality,
it is decision. And that every man
must reach for himself—alone.
WORLD’S BIGGEST REGIMENT
Uncle Sam is' forming, the biggest
regiment in the world. It is to be
composed of 6,000 , “lumberjacks,”
whose duty it will be to cut and get
out timber from the French forests
for use in construction work and
bridge building. Only men not sub
ject to the draft will be accepted for
enlistment.
The absence of flavoring in mess,
puddings is no sign that the extract
business has been listed as an noa-
CANTONMENT TYPES |
THE BUGLER S
PHILOSOPHERS who piped in rosy peace days arrived first,
the egg or the chicken?” might well train all their wits, now that war
is about us, upon the cantonment mystery: Who wakes the bugler?
You curse reveille. Ah, yes—but how about the lonely, solitary figure
for whom there “ain’t no sich thing”.? Have you considered the problems
which his job entails? Thinking of him carries the mind back to the days
when the universe was a swirling chaos, when void was on the face of the
deep. And the Bugler, unlike the universe, has ho Nebular Theory to bolster
him up. He isn’t even allowed an alarm clock. His-only harbor is the
guard. And the guard is human. What if he should forget the
Bugler! It is more horrible to contemplate than what would have happened
had there been no one around when the Stars and the Suns and Earths were
waiting in the wings for the Call Boy to warn them when their act was due.
And, too, if you wish to push the discussion back and back beyond Stars and
Suns, who wakes the guard!
All this concerns the Bugler and His responsibility to Reveille. But
there is Taps. Think what it would mean to have no Taps with which to
mark the long day’s closing. If the Bugler should slip, and go to his
dreamless bed before —but enough of horrendous conjecture!
The Bugler cannot be approximate. Os course, he can, but he shouldn’t.
His duty is not to approximate Retreat. Nor can he veer, while blowing
Assembly and mix it with First Call. His duty is to Hew To The Line, not
letting the Lips Call Where They May. And think of the panic if he should
arfee with his silvgj trump to greet the dawn, and could think of the words
but not the music!
Os a certitude, the Bugler has compensations. He can dilate his imag
ination to the limit on The Extent of His Powen. He can, with Chanticleer,
become so important in his own eyes as to think the sun itself cailnot rise
unless he sounds the signal?
U. S. A. NOW USING 260,000
TONS OF GERMAN SHIPPING
Arguing the impossibility of Amer
ica’s placing an army in France, the
military censor in Germany said last
summer:
“In order to bring a division over
from America, 75,000 tons must
make the trip (across the Atlantic)
twice. Therefore, from the mere lack
of space the transportation of such a
body of troops within a certain fixed
time limit is Impossible.”
Believing this, as they undoubtedly
did, coming from such a high source,
the poor, deluded people of Germany
are due to receive a great shock when
they learn that the United States has
in Its troop transporting service today
260,000 tons of shipping formerly
controlled by Germans and that the
sixteen vessels represented in thte
tonnage have made one or more safe
and unmolested trips across the At
lantic, freighted with thousands of
American soldiers and immense quan
tities of military supplies for the
fighting men of the United States and
her allies.
It will be an even greater shock
to them when they realize these are
the same sixteen German vessels they
were led to believe had been wrecked
beyond repair and put out of com
mission permanently in American
harbors on the day the United States
entered the war.
The surprise and dismay of the
German people will be in proportion
to the thrill of pride which stirred
every loyal American heart when an
nouncement was made by the Navy
Department 5 ' that this great armada
had safely reached French ports. The
restoration of these sixteen vessels,
among them the Vaterland, now the
Leviathan, 54,284 tons, and placing
them in the transport service, consti
tutes one of the most thrilling chap
ters of the war and is another inspir
ing evidence of the splendid co-oper
ation between the Army and Navy.
The old and new names of the re
stored ships, together with their ton
nage, follows:
Leviathan, formerly Vaterland,
54,284 tons; America, formerly
Amerika, 22,622; George Washing
ton, name unchanged, 25,5 70; Mount
WH Y. TRAMPS
Vernon, formerly Kronprinzessin Ce
cile, 19,503;, Agamemnon, formerly
Kaiser Wilhelm 11, 19,3 61; President
Lincoln, name unchanged, 18,168;
President Grant, name unchanged,
18,072; Aeolus,, formerly Grosser
Kurfurst, 13,102; Mercury, formerly
Barbarossa, 10,984; Pocahontas, for
merly, Princess Irene, 10,893; Huron,
formerly Frederick der Grosse, 10,-
771; Antigone, formerly Neckar,
9,835; Madewaska, formerly Koenig
William 11, 9,410; Baron Von Stuben,
formerly Kronprinz Wilhelm, 4,738;
Baron DeKalb, formerly Prinz Eitel
Friedrich, 4,650, and Powhattan, for
merly Hamburg, 4,472.
Enormous rewards were offered by
the GSrman government for the sink
ing of these vessels on their first trip,
but the transports were so carefully
and thoroughly convoyed that they
successfully ran the submarine gaunt
let,.
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FATEFUL 1918 -J
This year should see the scrapping
end, should hear the song of peace
ascend. The Prussian hosts still face
their foe, and through their warlike
motions go, and would convince us, if
they could, that they’re in shape to
saw much wood. But all their fight
ing men who war a pastime
and a trade are dead, or shy of legs
or lamps, or fenced in foreign prison
camps. No longer does the Teuton
find in war a solace to his mind; of
siich rude games he’s had enough;
he’d rather play at blind man’s buff.
The Prussian armies are composed of
dotards who for years have dozed be
fore their fires, so old and weak that
walking made their hinges creak; and
boys who have been drawn from
schools to drill around with deadly
tools. The hacks and has-beens of
the land bear arms at Kaiser Bill's
command. To face them go our stal
wart sons, who’ll climb the frames
of war-worn Huns, and show the
world how Yankee snap can draw new
lines upon the map. When once our
boys have got their stride in battle
on • the other side I don’t see how
Bill’s weary crew can help but throw
up hands—do you?— (Copyright, 1918,
by George Matthew Adams.) i
