Trench and camp. (Augusta, Ga.) 1917-1919, June 19, 1918, Image 6

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Newspaper Page Textr ill a Vs' so'l n I B’ f Mo ol lnnrrnnl! ll ilOy] '/Ta' w t~iT igl i { I ! TRENCH & CAMP ',, , ■' • 1 weekly at the National Camps and Cantonments for the soldiers of ths Si;,'.;,. National Headqnarters Room MM, Pulitzer Bnlldinc New York City ' JOHN STEWART BRYAN Cliairman of Advisory Board of Co-operating Publishers „ Cara P and I-oeatlon Newspaper Publisher J; anlp Beauregard, Alexandria, LaNew Orleans Times PicayuneD. D. Moore rt S?, r l h ’. Texas Fort Worth Etar Telegram Amon C. Carter Carnrtrom Aviation Field, Arcadia, Fla. Tampa Times. ~,n B McKay Camp Cody, Deming. N. MexEl Paso HeraldH. D. Slater camp Custer. Battle Creek, Mich. Battle Creek Enquirer-NewsA. r. Miller OamS Mas ’Boston Globe Charles H. Taylor, Jr. Camp Dlx Wrightstown, N. JTrenton Times James Kerney ~ a ~ p ® onl P ha “. Kort 3III » ok,a Oklahoma City OklahomanE. K. Gaylord camp sorrest, Chickamauga, QaChattanooga (Tenn.) TimesH. C. Adler Camp Fremont, Palo Alto. Cal San Francisco Bulletinß. A. Crothers n^ n a ton ’A^? rt , Rlley ’ Kan Topeka State Journal Frank P. MacLennan camp Gordon, Atlanta, GaAtlanta Constitution Clark Howell Onnt, Rockford, 11l The Chicago Daily News Victor F. Lawson Camp Greeno, Charlotte, N. CCharlotte ObserverW. P. Sullivan camp Hancock. Augusta, Ga(...Augusta Heraldßowdre Phlnlzy Camp Jackson. Columbia. S. CColumbia Statew. W. Ball camp Johnston. Jacksonville. Fla-Jacksonville Times-UnionW. A. Elliott S a “ p J Cear ß > y - IJada Vl » ta . Cal I,os Angeles Times Harry Chandler nJ™ P Petersburg, Vaßichmond News Leader John Stewart Bryan Camp Lewis, Tacoma, Wash Tacoma TribuneF s Baker k a ” p l^V2lk Ho ' ,^ On ’ T - x " Houston Post Gough J. Palmer ,^ Ur - y* e ,°’ TeM Waco Morning News. Charles E. Marsh ~ a ’" p McClellan. Anniston, Alaßirmingham (Ala.) News Victor H. Hanson c.rnn Piu l ' lo ; M<l Wash., D. C, Evening Star Fleming Newbold a k < ' I 'ls t e Book, Ark Arkansas Democrat Elmer E. Clarke Camp Sevier, Greenville, S. CGreenville Dally News B. H. Peace camp Shelby, Hattiesburg, Miss New Orleans Item James M. Thomson camp Sheridan. Montgomery. Ala Montgomery AdvertiserC. H. Allen camp Zachary Taylor. Louisville, Ky.. Louisville Courier Journal.. Bruce Haldeman Camp Travis, San Antonio. Texas.... I„ Kelly Field and Camp Stanley( San Antonio Light Charles S. Diehl 2 a ™ p Vou 00 .’ Yaphank - r ‘- !■. N. Y.... Macon Telegraph W. T. Anderson Camp Wheeler. Macon. GaNew York World Don C. Seitz Charleston Naval Station Charleston News and Courierß. C- Siegllng tt . P ? b ’ ishod 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. CANTIGNY Cantigny is only a small village, but it will occupy a large place in Amer ican military annals. For Cantigny was the first village to be captured by American troops in the great world war. Just -as the battle for Paris opened and the military machine of the Prussian Crown Prince moved to ward the Marne, came news of Can tigny’s capture. As a military achievement it was no great feat. It was not even a major operation, judging by the meagre re ports as to the number of men en gaged. But it marked a new phase in the American campaign. The Amer ican troops, well-seasoned by months in the trenches, baptized by fire in defensive operations and in raids, took the offensive. It was warfare to the liking of th- A c-. r ..T,hs. They rushed First c-„l! ; ;s Sammies why. nobody knows. Perhaps because we .were from the land of Uncle Sam. Perhaps because the French words tor “our friends” are pronounced “nose zammie” which certainly sounds close enough to Sammy. No matter what the reason may have been the nickname was tried and it did not catch on. Something failed to click—it was not a case of “Blue Devils” or “Ladies from Hell.” and now our friends Over There are try ing again. This time it is “Buddy." Now, what do you think of that? “Buddy!” Not that Buddy is sc bad —but it is nothing like so good as “Bud.” Why, just think of that, wonderful war song written in 1898 when the Maine was blown up in Havana har bor and we went to war with Spain. There you have the real use of Pud in a military sense. Just as Major means battalion commander and not chief of th 1 , ilf. . I v'~um corp. In an isolated section of the Ameri can front a young captain was striv ing to keep open the lines of com munication with his brigade headquar ters. V-r was in constant telephonic touch with the commanding general. “Keep the line open,’’ the brigadier ordered. “Very good, sir,” replied the cap tain. In a little while the general called again and asked about the situation. “It is pretty hot, sir,” said the cap tain. “Keep holding on," said the general. Soon another report had to be trans mitted. The captain said: “We are still holding on, sir, but we are almost surrounded.” “Hold on,” was the order. The general became much con cerned about the captain and called to inquire whether he was still hold ing out. The captain’s voice seemed far away but the general heard him reply: “We are still here, but " “You are a glorious fellow!” the general said. “They’re on us!” came from the cap tain. Then there was silence. The TRENCH AND CAMP "HOLD Os to the attack like dogs released from the leash. They went forward sing ing, shouting, yelling. And their dash terrified the Germans. In that en gagement it was proved conclusively that no German is a match for an American. Cantigny was a good beginning. Says General Bridges, head of the special British military commission, “The allied staffs have recognized for a long time, and it is now obvious to all, that the American troops have become a vital factor in this battle and may hold the balance between de feat and victory, and that it is only by brigading them for training with the French and British that they will be ready in time to take their part in any numbers this year. The cry is, and ujill be, for men, for more men, and for bayonets, and yet more bay onets.” BUDDY Here are the ringing words in honor of Bud: BUD Can we chew the peaceful cud li’hi/e the Maine lies in the mud? Shoulder your musket, Bud. B’lud—B’lud—B'lud! Now that is a poem! It rang through the hills of Tennessee, when it was written. It shrilled through the fields of Georgia and Alabani?. Its clarion call was heard in tJi Northwest and the great hummin; workshop of the Atlantic States an swered the appeal. The Maine no longer lies in the mud- for that musket was shoul dered by Bud—just as’he is shoul derii;," the fighting Springfield or Enfield today. The battle is not yet won. The submarines are not conquered. Our air production is not a maximum. And the trench s are full of mud. But civilized Europe is confident and calm f?r now, as twenty years ago, that ' bo- Is eoixy t i settle tills bust ’ ■ ■ still Bud. general kntw ih- . . ..' i had de- I streyed the connections. Thus it goes. The disciplined American will obey his orders and re main to the very las., and when he must move he will make as certain as jis humanly possible that the enemy Twill net be able to profit by what he ! must leave behind. The general’s exclamation, “You’re la glorious fellow!" was the tribute he I could not withhold. It was fecogni- I ticn cf worth. i Someone has said that in this war I bravery is anonymous, meaning that it [is so general it goes unnoticed. Ameri ■ cans at home have been deeply grati- I fied to notice that the French have i found the bravery of many Americans i so. signal, even where everyone is I brave, that they have been unable to I withhold their praises. American soldiers, many of them. ; have been awarded medals by the Al lied commanders, and as one Ameri can soldier who had been Over There said, “You have to earn what you get on the battle-field." The bravery of the American troops seems destined to result in an awful strain on the metal resources of France and England, so many med als will have to be awarded. Confessions Os A Conscript (This is the fourth of a series of diary entries written by a young man called from his civilian pursuite by the operation of the selective draft. It is a frank, outspoken record Os his own feelings, thoughts and emotions, which, perhaps, have been shared by other American men now overseas or Ln training.. These diary entries are commended to the soldiers of the National Army as a truthful portrayal of the process of converting civilians Into soldiers of “the finest army ever called to the colors by any nation.** The writer is Ted Wallace, a liixwy-loving young man, who, at the outset has no settled convictions, except selfish ones, and who is transformed by the parging process of war into a red-blooded patriot.) Aug. 30 th. During the past few days I have not felt at all like communicating my thoughts even to a diary. The world has seeflTed upside down. At any rate, completely changed. I have not heard a word from the office. I fully expected them to get in touch with me. There are ever so many things that must have come up and no one in the office can under -0 0 0 MA i/ft They do appreciate me, after all stand them. They have come under no one’s notice but my own. Yet the people there have gone on without me. They told me that they would not bother me and that their duty in the war crisis was to aid the prospec tive soldiers by relieving them from worry. Yet I have worried. I have been,so concerned that things would not go along all right in my absence. I wish they had called me just once. The little salary check came in and it gave me a strange detached sort of feeling to receive the money and feel that I had done nothing to earn it——l suppose I ought not to feel that way in view of the work I did during my six years. A letter said the Board of Directors had decided to pay one half the salary until the end of the year and that it hoped to be able to pay it for the duration of the war. They do appreciate me, after all. I went to see Mary last night. She was enthusiastic, tremendously so. 'he wanted to know how soon I was going, whether she could do anything for me, and as I was leaving she said, “I ant glad you are going to give up the new blue suit for the uniform.” Th£n she looked at me peculiarly and sam, “It takes the law sometimes to make a man see his duty and I am glad you have been made to see yours.” I said nothing, for the fact of the matter is that, in spite of all the en thusiasm. in spite of father and Mary and the pastor; yes in spite of the fact that our tight-fisted firm hopes to be able to keep me on the payroll, I still do not see things as others seem to see them. 1 wonder whether it is that I am afraid. I never believed that I The Sick Call Chronic R I \ .?\ E , nSTEK '.?: h ,° inv . ented the dictionary, where all the words are 1r f buiiet., says ot Chronic” 'Continuing for a long period; inveterate, as disease. He further informs that it comes from the Greek mean ing “time.” Co we have wrapped, in the mummied bandages of the dictionary, tha bird who confuses Sick Call with Reveille, and thinks it's to be answered ev ery It only he himself could be interred in the dictionary, or some othei less desirable place, life might be a smoother, sweeter thing for many. All worth} institutions are abused. Sick call is one of them—abused by this Chronic Malingerer. He thinks being in O. D. gives him a life member ship in the Constantly Ailing Club. He has a disposition like a retired lady finger or a nervous breakdown. When a shaving-rash breaks out on his neck, he tries to convince the M. O.’s that it is a milignant form of leprosy. His knowledge of diseases is uncanny. Everything from Aphasia to Zymosis, through the entire alphabet of ills, he has at his fingers’ ends and can pro duce symptoms in two counts as easily as a second loot can find dust in a rifle sight. Hearing this ossified owl chin the sanitary detachment is like being present at the annual meeting of the Society of Critical Operations. Every A. M . w'hen Sick Call blows he feels a chorus of pains inside bim which sound in his ears like the Dead March from "Saul.” He can trail into the presence of doctors using a different limp every day for weeks in succes sion. There is no bone or ligament which he hasn’t conned. He knows more ways of faking sick than a Supply Sergeant has for evading the Demand. In the company whore the Chronic is located it is universally hoped . from Low Private Lou to Top Sergeant Terrence that some day a real ■ disease will creep on him like a burglar and blackjack him.. Furthermore, ! that it will be one of the ailments he hasn't studied up on. JUNE 19. minded danger. But I know that I am very different from other men. Mary feels it very keenly. It is not so much what she says as it is her manner. She is very reserved with me, and yet I believe she cares for me more than for any other man. Mary is a Vassar girl, and she told me with a great deal of enthusiasm that the faculty was making arrange ments for a short course in nursing. It is the contention of the faculty that college-trained girls, where minds are disciplined already, should not be compelled to go through all the preliminary work that student nurses have to do. It is quite apparent to me that Mary will become a Red Cross nurse. And the more I study the present sit uation in America the more con vinced I become that when the war is over there will be just two classes of Americans —those that have been in the service and those that have not. The finer types of men are go ing into the service. Os that there is no doubt. Why is it that I hold back? I did not believe I was a low type. But I do know that I canno| yet reconcile myself to the voluntary surrender of everything that I held to be worth while. Yet there is another view that was expressed by a recruiting speaker on a street corner the other day. Os course you must discount what men like that say. But something he said lingers, “You love your home and your comforts” he said. “If you don’t beat the Germans there will be no home for you. It will be given n ;X "'i J if Ik ' IB j ■ M I vri - i ,i r In the box was a little silver service bar with a single star—for me! away as a spoil of war and you will lose your comfort in catering to the conquerors.” You can’t escape the logic of that ’ reasoning. If the Germans were to win, we would be subjects instead of i citizens! I , Little sister is just like the rest. Young as she is, she is a war enthu siast—a veritable daughter of Mars. i Yesterday she brought in a jewelry i box and as she opened it she told me f all the pennies she had saved during j the summer had gone into it. In the • box was a little silver service bar with a single star—for me!