| Show j HOW AMERICA AMERICANS NS DIE scribners magazine edward caf shall the correspondent w who U W wounded at guasina glasina Gua sina has writ written e n isn recollections tor for the sel kemt scribner from which the 5 1 tracts are made 1 I saw many men shot every 0 went down in a lump without or ert without jumping up in the air wl throwing up hands they just w done like clods in the grass it se seel to me that the terrible thud with wl they struck the earth was more D brating than the sound of guns were only wounded some were d deaf there Is much that Is awe injo about the death of soldiers on t the a l almost all ah of us hav SF men and women die but they have in their carefully arranged beds wj doctors daintily hoarding boarding the flicker spar k with loved ones cluster clustered abo but death from disease Is lei less adf pen death from bullets on the baell 0 DO t field there are no deli delicate tate scle I 1 ej problems of strange microbes mic robes to solved there to Is no petting no coddling nothing nothing nothing attl death the man lives 6 he Is stron strong tac 10 lo IB vital every muscle in him Is at t fullest tension when suddenly cb catt j he Is dead that chug of the bu baM SMI striking flesh la Is nearly always plain I 1 audible but bullets which are billet k so far as I 1 know do not sing on th their way they go silently grimly to wea tafel mark and the man la Is lacerated jim anft torn or dead I 1 did not hear the bol bif lets shriek that killed hamilton fish I 1 did not hear the bullets shriek fifth struck the many others who aft ft wounded while I 1 was near them I 1 dad not hear bear the bullet shriek which struck me there Is one incident of the 46 4 which shines out in my memory ala all others now as I 1 lie in a new hospital writing it occurred at abt 1 field hospital about a dozen ltv ata j were lying there A continual chorus of at moans rose through the tree canches id anches overhead the me surgeons with hands and bared arms dripping and clothes literally saturated with blood were straining every nerve to trecate the wounded for the journey flown sown to siboney behind me lay capt mcclintock with his lower leg bones literally ground to powder he bore his pain as gallantly as he had led his toen men and that is saying much I 1 think maj brodle brodie was also there it was a doleful group amputation and death its members in their gloomy faces a voice started softly soft fly my country of three sweet land of liberty of thee I 1 sing 1 aher her voices took it up land where my fathers died land odthe pilgrims grims pride the quivering quavering chorus by groans and made spasmodic by pain trembled up from that 1 little group of wounded americans in the me midst of the cuban solitude the most heartfelt heart felt song that fiuman beings ever sang there rhe was one voice that did not quite anile keep up with the others it was AD dweak weak that I 1 did not hear bear it until all U the rest had finished the line let freedom ring then halting baiting struggling faint it repeated heated slowly land of the pilgrims pride let freedom the last word was a cry one buyse non aon had bad died as died the fathers |
