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Show BRINGING BACK THE DEAD When life goes out of the body, then comes death and when 1 death is upon the tabernacle of clay and the soul has fled, what is left? Nothing remains other than the inanimate composition that falls back to the elements from which a once meat complex body was created. But when a mother has lost a boy in France and you start to H' tell her that the body should rest in the grave where the poppies grow on Flanders field, or out in the Argonnc where the myrtle and the ivy bloom in spring, or in the St. Mihiel salient where red roses Hj creep over the markers placed by thoughtful companions in khaki, and that mother will say: Hj "No! I gave my boy to my country, to do his utmost while the red blood coursed through his veins. Now that he has sacrificed his all, 1 want him back. I want the casket ; I want his earthly relics. His soul is with me. I want my thoughts brought back frpm across that "dreadful, abyssmal ocean, so that when, in memory, I call him he will be either at my side in spirit or sleep where, 'on j Decoration day, I can shed tears on a mound of earth and place visible tributes to, his memory and talk to him as I" often did when he as a baby, after a lullaby, slept in my arms and yet heard me not." Yesterday 535 bodies of thoose heroes whe left our shoreB in 117 and 1918, arrived in New York and it is quite certain 535 mothers are waiting until the announcement is made: "Here is your devotion, your love of country, your supreme sacrifice! A proud people offers up this prayer, 'May America never j cease to have mothers who, ,in the hour of danger, shall be prepared to yield their nearest and dearest to the defense of a righteous cause ' " - ' H |