" "We don't care.
We walk it every night. It's the only warm place in reach and the only
place where we can be where there are lights at night and where we can
get to see the fellows and write a letter. We stay there for an hour
or two and tramp back through this ---- (censored) mud to our billets."
And of all the lights o' war one must know that the lights of the Y. M.
C. A. huts cast their beams not only into the hearts of these lads but
across the world, and sometimes I think across the eternities, for in
these huts innumerable lads are seeing the light that never was on land
or sea, and are finding the light that lights the way to Home. And
these are the lights o' war.
XIII
SILHOUETTES OF SUNSHINE
There is laughter and song and sunshine among our boys in France. Let
every mother and father be sure of that. Your boys are always lonely
for home and for you, but they are not depressed, and they are there to
stay until the job is done. There are times of unutterable loneliness,
but usually they are a buoyant, happy, human crowd of American boys.
Those of us who have lived with them, slept with them, eaten with them,
come back with no sense of gloom or depression. I say to you that the
most buoyant, happy, hopeful, confident crowd of men in the wide world
is the American army in France.
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