The War Romance of the Salvation Army

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The War Romance of the Salvation Army

Evangeline Booth

Commander-in-Chief, The Salvation Army in America

and

Grace Livingston Hill

Author of “The Enchanted Barn”; “The Best Man”; “Lo Michael”; “The Red Signal,” etc.

Copyright 1919, by J.B. Lippincott Company

Contents

Foreword From the Commander’s Own Pen Preface by the Writer

Chapter I. The Story Chapter II. The Gondrecourt Area Chapter III. The Toul Sector Chapter IV. The Montdidier SectorThe Montdidier Sector Chapter V. The Toul Sector Again Chapter VI. The Baccarat Sector Chapter VII. The Chateau-Thierry-Soissons Drive Chapter VIII. The Saint Mihiel Drive Chapter IX. The Argonne Drive Chapter X. The Armistice Chapter XI. Homecoming Chapter XII. Letters of Appreciation

Illustrations

General Bramwell Booth. Commander Evangeline Booth. Lieutenant Colonel William S. Barker. “Introduced to French Rain and French Mud.” She Called the Little Company of Workers Together and Gave Them a Charge. The Lassie Who Fried the First Doughnut in France. “Tin Hat for a Halo! Ah! She Wears It Well!”. The Patient Officers Who Were Seeing to All These Details Worked Almost Day and Night. Here During the Day They Worked in Dugouts Far Below the Shell-tortured Earth. They Came To Get Their Coats Mended and Their Buttons Sewed On. The Entrance to the Old Wine Cellar in Mandres. The Salvation Army Was Told that Ansauville Was Too Far Front for Any Women To Be Allowed To Go. L’Hermitage, Nestled in the Heart of a Deep Woods. L’Hermitage, Inside the Tent. “Ma”. They Had a Pie-baking Contest in Gondrecourt One Day. A Letter of Inspiration from the Commander. The Salvation Army Boy Truck Driver. The Centuries-old Gray Cemetery in Treveray. Colonel Barker Placing the Commander’s Flowers on Lieutenant Quentin Roosevelt’s Grave. The Salvation Army Boy Who Drove the Famous Doughnut Truck. Bullionville, Promptly Dubbed by the American Boy “Souptown”. Here They Found a Whole Little Village of German Dugouts. The Girls Who Came Down to Help in the St. Mihiel Drive. The Wrecked House in Neuvilly Where the Lassies Went to Sleep in the Cellar. The Wrecked Church in Neuvilly Where the Memorable Meeting Was Held. Right in the Midst of the Busy Hurrying Throng of Union Square. “Smiling Billy”. Thomas Estill. The Hut at Camp Lewis.

Foreword

In presenting the narrative of some of the doings of the Salvation Army during the world’s great conflict for liberty, I am but answering the insistent call of a most generous and appreciative public.

When moved to activity by the apparent need, there was never a thought that our humble services would awaken the widespread admiration that has developed. In fact, we did not expect anything further than appreciative recognition from those immediately benefited, and the knowledge that our people have proved so useful is an abundant compensation for all toil and sacrifice, for service is our watchword, and there is no reward equal to that of doing the most good to the most people in the most need. When our National Armies were being gathered for overseas work, the likelihood of a great need was self-evident, and the most logical and most natural thing for the Salvation Army to do was to hold itself in readiness for action. That we were straitened in our circumstances is well understood, more so by us than by anybody else. The story as told in these pages is necessarily incomplete, for the obvious reason that the work is yet in progress. We entered France ahead of our Expeditionary Forces, and it is my purpose to continue my people’s ministries until the last of our troops return. At the present moment the number of our workers overseas equals that of any day yet experienced.

Because of the pressure that this service brings, together with the unmentioned executive cares incident to the vast work of the Salvation Army in these United States, I felt compelled to requisition some competent person to aid me in the literary work associated with the production of a concrete story. In this I was most fortunate, for a writer of established worth and national fame in the person of Mrs. Grace Livingston Hill came to my assistance; and having for many days had the privilege of working with her in the sifting process, gathering from the mass of matter that had accumulated and which was being daily added to, with every confidence I am able to commend her patience and toil. How well she has done her work the book will bear its own testimony.

This foreword would be incomplete were I to fail in acknowledging in a very definite way the lavish expressions of gratitude that have abounded on the part of “The Boys” themselves. This is our reward, and is a very great encouragement to us to continue a growing and more permanent effort for their welfare, which is comprehended in our plans for the future. The official support given has been of the highest and most generous character. Marshal Foch himself most kindly cabled me, and General Pershing has upon several occasions inspired us with commendatory words of the greatest worth.

Our beloved President has been pleased to reflect the people’s pleasure and his own personal gratification upon what the Salvation Army has accomplished with the troops, which good-will we shall ever regard as one of our greatest honors.

The lavish eulogy and sincere affection bestowed by the nation upon the organization I can only account for by the simple fact that our ministering members have been in spirit and reality with the men.

True to our first light, first teaching, and first practices, we have always put ourselves close beside the man irrespective of whether his condition is fair or foul; whether his surroundings are peaceful or perilous; whether his prospects are promising or threatening. As a people we have felt that to be of true service to others we must be close enough to them to lift part of their load and thus carry out that grand injunction of the Apostle Paul, “Bear ye one another’s burdens and so fulfill the law of Christ.”

The Salvation Army upon the battlefields of France has but worked along the same lines as in the great cities of the nations. We are, with our every gift to serve, close up to those in need; and so, as Lieut.-Colonel Roosevelt put it, “Whatever the lot of the men, the Salvation Army is found with them.”

We never permit any superiority of position, or breeding, or even grace to make a gap between us and any who may be less fortunate. To help another, you must be near enough to catch the heart-beat. And so a large measure of our success in the war is accounted for by the fact that we have been with them. With a hundred thousand Salvationists on all fronts, and tens and tens of thousands of Salvationists at their ministering posts in the homelands as well as overseas, from the time that each of the Allied countries entered the war the Salvation Army has been with the fighting- men.

With them in the thatched cottage on the hillside, and in the humble dwelling in the great towns of the homelands, when they faced the great ordeal of wishing good-bye to mothers and fathers and wives and children.

With them in the blood-soaked furrows of old fields; with them in the desolation of No Man’s Land; and with them amid the indescribable miseries and gory horrors of the battlefield. With them with the sweetest ministry, trained in the art of service, white-souled, brave, tender-hearted men and women could render.

From the Commander’s Own Pen

The war is over. The world’s greatest tragedy is arrested. The awful pull at men’s heart-strings relaxed. The inhuman monster that leapt out of the darkness and laid blood-hands upon every home of a peace-blest earth has been overthrown. Autocracy and diabolical tyranny lie defeated and crushed behind the long rows of white crosses that stand like sign-posts pointing heavenward, all the way from the English Channel to the Adriatic, linking the two by an inseverable chain.

While the nations were in the throes of the conflict, I was constrained to speak and write of the Salvation Army’s activities in the frightful struggle. Now that all is over and I reflect upon the price the nations have paid I realize much hesitancy in so doing.

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When I think of England-where almost every man you meet is but a piece of a man! France—one great graveyard! Its towns and cities a wilderness of waste! The allied countries—Italy, and deathless little Belgium, and Serbia—well-nigh exterminated in the desperate, gory struggle! When I think upon it—the price America has paid! The price her heroic sons have paid! They that come down the gangways of the returning boats on crutches! They that are carried down on stretchers! They that sail into New York Harbor, young and fair, but never again to see the Statue of Liberty! The price that dear mothers and fathers have paid! The price that the tens of thousands of little children have paid! The price they that sleep in the lands they made free have paid! When I think upon all this, it is with no little reluctance that I now write of the small part taken by the Salvation Army in the world’s titanic sacrifice for liberty, but which part we shall ever regard as our life’s crowning honor.

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