TALES FROM A DUGOUT BY ARTHUR GUY EMPEY
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<p style=""margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:6.0pt;margin-left:0in;
text-align:justify""><span style=""font-size: 13.5pt;"">icture a dugout
in one of the front line trenches of France, damp and evil smelling, hardly
deep enough to protect the inmates from a three-inch shell-burst. This hole in
the ground will comfortably house four soldiers. Put seven of them with full
equipment and a machine gun in it, and what results? I dare say in civilian
life there would be only one outcome—TROUBLE. Well, in the army on the Western
Front, this situation spells GOOD FELLOWSHIP.<p></p></span></p>
<p style=""margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:6.0pt;margin-left:0in;
text-align:justify""><span style=""font-size: 13.5pt;"">If it were only
possible for a giant dictograph to be invented, the transmitter being placed in
any dugout of the American Army in France, while at the receiver, across the
Atlantic, the American Public “listened in,” many a heartache would disappear,
worry for the “boys at the front” would more or less vanish in mist. If the
mothers, fathers, wives, sweethearts, sisters and friends, could only hear
these conversations, their hearts would be filled with joy and pride for the
fighting men of America. Of course, at times, few and far between, they would
be slightly shocked, as most eavesdroppers are, but on the whole, they would
listen to wonderful sentiment, clean and wholesome Americanism.<p></p></span></p>
<p style=""margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:6.0pt;margin-left:0in;
text-align:justify""><span style=""font-size: 13.5pt;"">It has been my
misfortune not to have occupied an American dugout as yet, but I have crowded
into one with the Britisher, with good old Tommy Atkins. We are of the same
family, the same blood runs through our veins, so Tommy's ideas and
conversations are identical with those of our brave American boys. Therefore, I
hope that in a way these Tales from a Dugout will help fill the void of the
absent dictograph.<p></p></span></p>
<p style=""margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:6.0pt;margin-left:0in;
text-align:justify""><span style=""font-size: 13.5pt;"">It is only a
matter of time before our boys and our Allies, God bless them all, will
victoriously return to “Blighty,” and be received in the arms of their waiting
dear ones.<p></p></span></p>
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