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The
March
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Fortunately, Sioux City claimed no regiment, no battery or troop
as her own. Her men were scattered into all the arms of the
service. Every Battle that was to follow would be participated in
by some of her men. The seas, the training fields and the air
knew men from the Matchless City.
The long march had begun. America's youth had set aside their
ambitions in order to fit themselves to meet and outfight their
oppressors. It was a new, a hard, intense training ... this night
and day charge of preparing for the conflict. The sentinel at
night felt the pull at his heartstrings for home where his
thoughts were laid. The phosphorus streaks on the waves at night
brought the sailors a longing for the lighted cottage and its
cheer and its love and its comfort.
But, may all men know, as
time goes on, that not a man that went out to defend America was
without knowledge as to just why he took up the fight. The very
light of principle was in his eye and it fired him with a pride
too great to permit hardships and the confines of discipline to
arouse a complaint. Rather, it strengthened him and revealed to
him the glory of preparing to serve well.
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