Evening sentinel, Friday, September 27, 1918 · page 10

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V i am only a cog in a giant machine. a link oF an end’
> ‘ less chainz— ' ‘ ~ . '
And the rounds are draWn, and the rounds are fired,

and 'the'empties return again; _
Railroad, lorry and limber, battery. column and park;
To the shelF Where the set Fuse waits the breech,
From the quay where the shells embark.

We have wateredxand Fed, and eaten our beef; the
long dull day drags by,

As I sit here watching our "Archibalds" strafing an

empty—sky; ‘
Pul'l’ and flash on the Far’ofF blue round the 'speck
one guesses the plane— V

Smoke and spark of the gun’machine that is Fed by
the endless chain. '

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The ammunition carrier is only a'link in the
. great War machine, but he is as vital a link
A in” the chain as the man _who goes over the
-top. Andback of the ammunition carrier
comes the ammunition maker and the rail-
road worker and the thousands. of varieties
of war Workers until it all comes straight
home ‘to the individual man and woman

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‘ help our fighting ‘men.

Let us‘buy the Bonds we
at us to buy!

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I am only a cog in a' giant machine, but a vital link

of the chain: u ,. g“. .,

And'the captain has sent From his wagon’éline tofill I
his wagons again; i ‘

From the wagonvlimber to gunpit dump; From i
leader's Forearm at breech

-» To the working party that melts away when the

shrapnel bullets screech

So the restless section pulls out once more in‘column‘ ‘ ,
of route From the right . ‘ ' '

At the tail oF a ‘blood’r'ed aFternoon; so the flux oF
another night "

. Bears back'the wagons we fill at dawn to the sleep

ing column again—

COg on cog in the‘gunamachine, link on link in the chain!

o—mmm' GILBERT FRANKAU

who helps save the necessities 0f life and re-
frains from" wasteful spending in order to »
Every link in the‘ '
fightingchain, every cog in the war machine
must be of the strongest steel. Every heart
must be steel against waste these days. We

are all part of the great battle—let us each

do our part and make it a great'part.