World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, American
Whatever confusion of thought there may have been in the minds of
the first armies that rushed out against the German invasion, there
is no confusion or misunderstanding in the minds of those who fight
to-day. The Belgians and the French fought first to save their homes.
The British fought because they knew that their homes would next be
endangered. The Russians and the Italians fought because they were
attacked.
No doubt there was in the consciousness of some European statesmen
the hope of territorial gains, or diplomatic advantages to follow
after an allied victory. But that has all vanished now, drowned in the
blood of the brave at Malines, Louvain, the Marne, Verdun, Rheims,
Cantigny, Château Thierry, St. Michiel. Europe, except that part of
it still ruled by Attila and his slaves, has purged itself of the old
statesmanship, the old sinuous, scheming diplomacy.
There will never be any more Metternichs, or Talleyrands or
Castlereaghs, never any more secret agreements between kings and
statesmen. The old order has perished and now we have freemen fighting
under leaders like Wilson, Lloyd George, Clemenceau, to make the world
free.
The hope of the toiling masses all over the world, the vision of seers
and prophets and poets since the dawn of time; the dreams dreamed in
garrets, in city slums, in the snows of Siberia, on gallows high, on
the sacred cross. The world set free. Free from the oppression of
tyrants claiming divine rights; free from the cold exploitation of
privilege; free from poverty and all the crime and prostitution and
death that rise like a hideous miasma from the mire of poverty; free
from war!
That is the free world for which our sons have crossed the seas to
fight. That is the freedom for which almost every country in the world
has united against the only remaining countries that do not want it,
Germany, Austria, Turkey, Bulgaria.
In these pages I have tried to tell America, and especially the
mothers of American soldiers, the meaning of the war, as it was shown
to me over there. I have tried to picture to them how their sons are
preparing to take their part in the war. How they are growing up to
their task, how they are building the strong structure of an army,
how they are laying the foundation of true internationalism, how we
through our army are forming with the democratic peoples of the world
a holy alliance much greater and more permanent than anything kings or
statesmen ever planned.
When this is being written the year is barely finished that saw the
first American transports sail for France. Yet over hundreds of miles
of territory behind the battle lines our men, with hard and grueling
labor, have built the industrial forts that in this practical age are
necessary to an army’s life. They have established a base of supplies
for millions of fighting men. They have built barracks, airdromes,
hospitals, warehouses, factories and repair shops.
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