For God and Country





Allegiance - Altruism


      Not too often can it be repeated that more real, robust, mentally fit men came out of the service than went into it.

      But the march moved on with a more even pace as the time for the struggle drew nearer. Training was building the splendid form of the challengers. They only can know why the Old Flag has never touched the ground, for the American defender learns the lesson of brotherly love as he sees his uniform as the common pledge of his brothers' ... with but one purpose ... that of offering his all that Liberty shall not perish. With this unity of mind they set their hearts on a single task ... the task of becoming worthy of their uniform.

      Only a short period and the din of battle would deafen them. But, Onward! Onward! What unknown force was encouraging them? From whence came their eagerness to meet the enemy? Was it merely a lust for adventure; was it bravery or valour? Was it even for a chance to gain personal fame? No!  Thank God, No! The American defender pressed on to the struggle only because he had lived among a people of whom he had learned to build within himself a profound desire to use his body and his all against those who would trample into dust the sacred freedom and righteousness symbolized by Old Glory.  There can be no nobler effort ... no greater manifestation of altruism.

      Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! To the east ... where the great ocean hangs its veil of mystic space. True, each day would find the defenders in new surroundings and at a different work. Yet, their thoughts were strangely drawn to their homes, as though the home was a mighty magnet. They did not realize that it was their own power that was forcing their thoughts homeward. It was a power that is aroused and awakened when one is astounded ... astounded by the realization of the wealth of love and regard that mothers and fathers can show. Mothers and fathers whose ruling it was that no effort should be spared to provide all possible comfort and cheer to the Defenders of Liberty. On every hand was the warmth of a veritable army of workers under the direction of various social and welfare organizations constantly and faithfully attending the uniformed men with the cheer and tender aids made possible through the will and sacrifices of mothers and fathers.

      It was the dear ones back home who tempered the metal of the men of their hearts. Could a man fail of courage ... could he complain, when the love of millions of burdened hearts beamed out through the uniforms of the war-camp folks? It fairly pained the defenders to think of the sacrifices of motherly eyes, and tired, aching fingers that toiled through the long night hours to give warmth and ease to their boys ... their boys ... just anywhere, where boys might be.

      The great imperishable truth that love is the supreme power of man wove itself into the fabric of the challengers. It formed a shield that would protect the Defenders of Right and give them the victory over the oppressors. The courage of a just cause was theirs. The every aid that a great government could conceive was tendered them. There was shelter, good food, good clothing and care that savors of a thoughtful and faultless commandership.

       It seemed that over night our nation had miraculously produced necessaries for her fighting men that were ample and unsurpassed. Billions of dollars were pouring into the government coffers to provide well for her men with the best procurable.

       The fathers of America were bending under the strain of sacrifice. Liberty loans were realized in a manner commendable beyond description. Loyalty, patriotism and martyrdom flowed on to give strength to the men beneath The Flag.

        It was at a time of the Third Liberty Loan that men from the Matchless City realized more fully that ever before why thoughts of home spurred them on to an ambition to fight and fight hard for the homeland. Sioux City was the first city in the nation to subscribe her quota in the Third Liberty Loan! When this news reached the ears of her men in service there was but one thought ... one prayer amid tears of love ... "May God bless the courage of the Kings and Queens of the Matchless City!"

        Then, with a fond farewell to the homeland, the defenders put out to sea ...

A lad from the Rockies;

          A lad from the east,

A lad from Dixie, too,

          A lad from the North woods,

Among them ours --- let us

          Call him "Prince of the Sioux."


Fourteen- Fifteen


~ scanned and submitted by Paula Hinkel