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Poor Sam beat me all holler in such things; but I want you
and all the folks in Alton to know that you've got a regular
soldier at home. Of course we were all glad to see Bart Martine;
and we expected to have a good-natured laugh at his expense when
the shells began to fly. Soldiers laugh, as they eat, every chance
they get, 'cause they remember it may be the last one. Well, we
knew Bart didn't know any more about war than a chicken, and we
expected to see him get very nervous and limp off to the rear on
the double quick. He didn't scare worth a cent. When a shell
screeched over our heads, he just waited till the dinged noise was
out of our ears and then went on with his questions about poor Cap
and Sam and the others from our town. We were supporting a
battery, and most of us lying down. He sat there with us a good
hour, telling about the folks at home, and how you were all
following us with your thoughts and prayers, and how you all
mourned with those who lost friends, and were looking after the
children of the killed and wounded.


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