The Greater Love

ion, with the 28th on the left and the 92d on the right, now reached the high full tide of martial responsibility;

in a general westerly direction from north of Pont à Musson o

nd the 56th at Vilcey-sur-Trey, with Machine Gun Battalions distributed equally among them. During September

good shape, and this I at once occupied. On the preceding Sunday, good Father Harmon o

to a railroad track with a train rushing towards me. With a start I awoke, just as a siren voiced

gouts. It was then half-past eight. At four-minute intervals and with the m

rently in the center of your brain. Falling here, there, and everywhere in the ruins and environs of the village, mustard gas, flying steel and mortar, levied cruel toll on six boys, whose mangled bodies I laid away the fo

gallant Colonel Cummings of Missouri

acristy,"

you!" he exclaimed; "you would

its convenience to the altar, where I c

conferences with Chaplains; forwarding to them of Departmental Orders; receiving their weekly reports, and compiling these in daily reports to the Grave

ican Red Cross secretaries under Mr. Kolinski of Chicago; six Salvation Army lady secretaries under Adjutant Mr.

shell-swept areas, and completely cut off from every vestige of ordinary comforts. How good a bar of chocolate, a stick of Bl

uch work always existed; and the organization of trained and equipped auxiliary forces intelligently to perform it must have ever been apparent. It remained for the World War, conceived, at least in the American mind in unsel

ombarded Essey. A single piece of bread had been my only fare fo

alvation Army," and, making my way to the door, I kn

he lily-white sort served and known as such at home, but the golden ambrosial kind angels dream of-and surely were the Salvation Army ladies who saved me that day from starving, angels. N

oin us? we are just si

room for the four of us. Outside, the air was filled with the spume and shriek of bursting shells. Th

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may the good God who brought us there together, j

ar below its quota of automobiles and motorcycles, Chaplains and burying details wer

n by chasseurs-a-cheval to gun fire. My only comrade on many a long, lone ride, we grew fond of each other to a degree only he can appreciate who has spent days and weeks of solitude and danger with a devoted horse. All the pet names and phrases "Jip" of Ha

in whose solitudes, at Jung Fontaine the 20th Machine Gun Battalion was camped; passing o

burial work, I had talked over the situation thoroughly with Colonel P. Lenoncle, French Army, who

nger and death throughout all Germany. I know, in your goodness, you wil

utumn. Crimson ivy festooned each swaying limb, weaving canopies against a mottled sky of blue and white; morning-glories nodd

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d Chaplain, more interested perhaps in things botanical and floral than military. When I, for example, showed inclination to dismount and inspect a beautiful saddle

Chaplain, from a 'planted' bomb,

efore no place for "Jip," who stubbornly refused to wear his mask, I decided to leave him and continue forward on foot. Making m

after 'Jip' f

lied. "Your sister used to be my te

ois-le-Pretre was just around the corne

gas. It was even then being swept by a tornado of screaming, bursting shells, scattering far and wide fumes of mustard and chlorine, a single inhalation of

er than others; others bound painfully about the temples. We had been trained to adjust them quickly from "alert" to the face in seven seconds, and woe to him who breathed before the clasp was on his nose, the tube in his mouth, or the chin piece properly

ry. Such, however, proved not my good fortune. My mask had evidently not functioned properly and that

, you are

spital restored strength and vigor needed fo

n located three of our large guns. The boys had proudly named them, "President's Answer," "Theda Bara" and "Miss McCarthy." They were throwing high explosive shells along the Metz hig

Davidson cycle side-car Lieutenant Trainor of Headquarters had kindly loaned me-further

ing from the dugout our plans were quickly outlined. Taking advantage of the regular two-minute intervals between falling shells, we planned

retary, a very estimable and high

you can har

Corporal?" I

an make it,

, and quickly slid

mortar scattered along the way, quicker than it takes to tell, we traversed two blocks and reached a point just

ried to kick and shake life into the machine; I did the praying. Just before lay ruins of the old church. I thought of the countless

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feet away. My right arm seemed to burn; but I was alive, and flat on the ground. Breathlessly we waited, like a boxer in his corner, until the next shell came over. This struck about a block away. At once we s

, Abilene, Texas, Medical Corps, when I reported. My right forearm