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I crawled on my hands and lay Where a shallow shell-crater yawned wide; Then I swooned . . . When I woke it was yet. day. Fierce was the pain in my wound, Yet I saw it was death to stir, For fifty paces away Their trenches were. In torture I prayed for the dark And the stealthy step of my friend Who, stanch to the very end. Would creep to the danger zone And offer his life as a mark To save my own. Night fell. I heard his tread, Not stealthy, but firm and serene, As if my comrade’s head Were lifted far from that scene Os passion and, pain and dread As if my comrade's heart In carnage took no part: As if my comrade’s feet Were set on some radiant street Such as no darkness might haunt. As if my eamrode’s ayes No deluge of flam® might surprise. No death and destruction daunt, No red-beaked bird dismay, Nor sight of decay. Then in the bursting shell’s dim light I saw he was clad in white. For a moment I thought that I saw the smock Os a shepherd in search of his flock, Or some woman crazed by fright, Chid in her wedding frock. Alert were the enemy, too, Then My Thoughts Drift Back To You I When the ringing notes of Reveille By the morning winds caressed, Echo upon a sleeping camp And arouse us from our rest; When he last sweet notes have sounded Soft on the morning dew, Ard I drowsily roll from out my cot. Then my thoughts drift back to you. When the sun rises in its glory And drives the chill from out the air- - For here beneath the southern skies The days are warm and fair — When out on the field we are drilling Under those skies of blue; I scarcely hear the sharp commands, For my thoughts are back with you. Throughout th© day when we are at work In the field or on marches long, And the fellows are jolly and cheery With outbursts of cheer and song; When we are eating our beans and spuds, Or no mater what we do, There is always time for thinking, And those thoughts are all of you. And when the day is finished By the joyful call of Retreat; When o’er the camp the notes of Taps Seem to lull the boys to sleep; Then my thoughts are drifting, drift ing. Just as they always do, And they carry me back off to slum berland. Full of sweet dreams of you. —Private Walter A. Anderson, Co. E, 112th U. 8. Infantry. TRENCH AND CAMP And their bullets flew Straight at a mark no bullet could fail; For the seeker was tall and his robe was bright; But did not flee nor quail. Instead with unhurrying stride He came. And gathering my tall frame Hike a child in his arras . . . I swooned and awoke From a blissful dream In a cave by a stream. My silent comrade had bound my side. No pain now was mine, but a wish that I spoke— A mastering wish to serve this man Who had ventured through hell my doom to revoke, As only the truest of comrades can. I begged him to tell me how best I might aid him, And urgently prayed him Never to leave me, whatever be tide;— When I saw he was hurt— Shot through the hands that were clasped in prayer! Then, as the dark drops gathered there And fell in the dirt. The wounds of my friend Seemed to me such as no man might bear, Those bullet-holes in the patient hands Seemed to transcend All horrors that ever these war drenched hands Had known or would know till the mad world’s end. Then suddenly I was aware That his feet had been wounded too; And, dimming the white of his side, A dull stain grew. "You are iurt, White Comrade!" I cried. His words I really foreknew: “These are old wounds,” said he, “But of late they have troubled me.” Soldiers Attention! 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JL _ , . . . .- 7L ir i . • t “Sweets to the Sweet” Candy is an ideal gift to make those who have shown you courtesy during your stay in Augusta—inexpensive, yet appreciated. NUNNALLY’S Delicious Candies will be doubly appreciated. Packed in beautiful Christmas packages. Priced from F ; Forty cents to fifteen dollars. Watson Drug Co. 912 Broad Street. Phones 637-638. Dec. 24,1917.