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THE INDIAN, May 13, 1919, Page Eight

THE INDIAN, May 13, 1919, Page Eight

THE INDIAN
Page Eight
VOLUME I, NUMBER 5. May 13, 1919. NEUWIED-ON-THE-RHINE

CAPT. WALTER G. LONG, Editor.
Pvt. H. H. Watson, 
Art Editor.
Pvt. James W. Caudle,
Business Manager.
REPORTORIAL STAFF—THE ENTIRE SECOND DIVISION.

CUT OUT THAT HERO STUFF.-
Cut out that hero stuff. You’re a hero, all right. Any man who has gone through what the old- timers in this Second Division have suffered and endured, has earned the title. But let it end there, sonny. It won’t get you anything back in the States.

Back HOME the folks will know what you have done here, but in the final analysis it’s the KIND OF A MAN you are THERE that will count with them. They will appreciate to the utmost what you have done for them, but they won’t let you live on your reputation. They won’t let a good boxer do it, and they won’t let YOU do it.

By •the time we all get back the home folks will be a bit fed up on this hero business anyway. They will have met real heroes galore, and quite a few fake ones. They will have learned to distinguish between the two -kinds. And they will be sitting back, by that time, watching to see just what a hero is really good for in piping times of peace.

don’t forget the home folks are ready; willing and anxious to allow the men who have won the war run the country. It’s always been that way. The fighters of the war of the revolution ran the country after independence had been won. The boys of 1812 and the Mexican war ran the country of THEIR day, and the Grand Army of the Republic and the Cohiederate Veterans came pretty close to saying what was what in their respective portions of the country after 1865.

They expect it back home, and they are anxious about it, FOR THEY WANT THE COUNTRY RUN PROPERLY.

That’s where we come in. There isn’t the slightest doubt, right now, that we are all better men for our army experience, whether that experience has been gained in the front lines, in the service of supply behind the lines, or as an orderly or clerk in a base hospital.

All right then. We are better men. Now it is up to us to prove it when we get back. After the first flush of excitement is over we will have to buckle down to it, we will have t6 put our shoulders to the wheel. If we do, the country will be the gainer by just that much, and the country will call its ex-soldiers blessed.

And if we don’t–well, remember what somebody or other has so aptly remarked: “There is nothing in this world so pitiful as a destitute hero.”
A WORD FOR THE S. 0. S.
We’ve all had our fun at the expense of the comrades behind the line. We’ve made our jest and laughed our laugh. But now, as the war draws to a close, let we, the front liners, express to you, the Service of Supply, our gratitude.

Our gratitude for a stupendous task well done in the face of the greatest difficulties. Our gratitude for the ammunition we needed so badly, the gas masks we could not do without, the food, yes, and the clothing you somehow managed to get to ‘us.

We know now as we’ve known all along how men in the S. O. S. would have given all they possesed for our opportunity to serve in the front line. Time after time they DID manage to get transferred to the front. There they often DID give their all.

And WE, of the front line, can look back and recall, in many instances, just by what narrow margins many of US escaped service in that same S. 0 S.

There is another S. 0. S. the home country. In that far-off land, while we fought and struggled– and enjoyed it—the old folks, the wives and the sweethearts, sat by the fire in many a farm and ranch house, gathered about the lamp in many a humble dwelling, or waited in many a mansion. WA ITEp. Just WAITED. They could do nothing else. Only sit and wait.

Don’t you forget THAT, either. And when we all go home let’s tell them what we know to be true, that WAITING is harder than FIGHTING. Especially if you are waiting, day after day, for the dread announcement that will close the window of your life and leave darkness where once was light.



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