Anon - A Red Triangle Girl In France

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Text originally published in 1918 under the same title.

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A RED TRIANGLE GIRL IN FRANCE

Contents

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REQUEST FROM THE PUBLISHER 51

Dear Dr. Mott:

May I in a few words explain why I have placed at your disposal the accompanying manuscript? It consists of selections from the home letters of our daughter, written in a Y.M.C.A. canteen Somewhere in France. They were dashed off rapidly, in busy days, with many interruptions, addressed to members of our family circle; and they bear on their face everywhere the stamp of having been written without pre-meditation or the remotest dream of publication.

But they tell the story of the daily life in a crowded canteen in France, as experienced by an intensely interested and enthusiastic participant, not only in its outward form, but also in its innermost spirit. The infinite variety of the life, its humour, its pathos, its confidences, its noble, its generous, its picturesque characters, its delights and its privations, its devotions and its gratitudes, its tragedies and its sorrows, the countless services and the priceless spirit of the Y.M.C.A. workers, all this and much more is disclosed in these vivid letters with an art that is wholly unconscious and to which the thought of publication would have been fatal.

For many years as you know, it has been a part of my duty to keep myself informed in a general way about the character and value of the work of the Y.M.C.A. in the army and navy at home and abroad, in peace and in war. I have visited some stations, and listened to many eloquent addresses, and read many illuminating pages on this subject. Yet when it came to the acid test of sacrificing our own daughter, I confess that we consented to her enlistment and forwarded her preparations with great doubt and anxiety. These letters have completely reassured us. They have taken us across the sea to the headquarters at Paris and thence to the camp and into the canteen itself. There we have lived for months. And values have been disclosed to us in this canteen work, in variety and extent never dreamed. And besides no small part of our solicitude about our soldier sons in France has been relieved.

And so the question forced itself on us whether the vital parts of these letters might not perform a like service for others. Friends who have shared some of them have urged this. We remember that thousands of daughters throughout the land, in the coming months, must be anxiously considering whether they shall offer themselves for this work and will be eager to know accurately and intimately what precisely the life is. Their parents will be as hesitant as we were. Men of wealth are to be called on to give and to double their former gifts for this cause. Possibly these letters may give to some of them as they gave to us a new and deeper sense of its value. And then there is the million of anxious mothers of soldier boys, soon to be millions, to some of whom as to us, these letters may afford comfort and relief. And so at last in placing the letters at your disposal, we have yielded to what came to be a duty. Of course all strictly personal or family references have been cut out. We have also concealed our daughters location in France, the names of her friends and fellow workers and very carefully her own name, from a sense of justice to them and of respect to their delicacy of feeling.

A soldier boys pen picture of the Red Triangle Girl in her canteen

We passed through the door of the Y.M.C.A. canteen, and saw her standing there, dealing out a cup of chocolate, a smile and a few words to each soldier boy as he shambled up. Farther down the counter the Y.M.C.A. man collected their money,for the chocolate? Not on your life. It was that smile, and that cheery Good morning, they stood in line for. I know, for I was one of them and did it myself.

Sergt. Bill, who was raised on whiskey and kicks, is generally the first in line. Does he want the chocolate? He does not. Does he like it? Not so you could notice it. Then why is he there? Just so that he, along with a hundred other boys, can have one of Gods own noble women speak three words to him like a human being.

Say! There are twenty fellows just standing around, hoping that someone will say something she doesnt like, so that they can knock his block off. If I ever want to get in the hospital quick, Ill just go up and look cross-eyed at her. The next day they would be sending me flowers and walking slow behind me. When it comes to having body guards, the Kaiser is a piker compared to her. Is she safe? Well! a ring in a plush box in a safety deposit compartment inside a burglar proof, fire proof vault is in imminent danger compared with her.

Is she happy? If a smiling face and sparkling eyes and cheery words spell anything; if the knowledge that every day is crammed full of little helpful deeds and more helpful words, and that ones mere presence is a constant pleasure to those around, if these things bring happiness, then she is happy.

Is she comfortable? You should have been with us when I was shown her little room by her soldier brother, with its dainty curtains at the window, and the pictures of her loved ones all about her. You should see her hundred soldier friends willing, nay, pleading to be allowed to do something for her. Why! I believe that if she expressed a desire for the moon, fifty young men in this aviation camp would break the altitude record trying to get it for her.

As she is a regular enrolled member of the American Expeditionary Force, and of the United States Army, and as your Service Mag holds four stars, I suggest you enlarge one of them to thrice its present size and mark it Daughter.

ONE little last goodbye as we are slipping down the bay, and a final assurance that all goes well. The young lady who shares my stateroom, Miss M A , is a dear, and we shall get on beautifully together. I have a nice place for my deck chair beside hers.

The ship is very pretty and Frenchy. Most of the passengers are chattering French. I have met four people already and the whole trip is certainly going to be pleasant.

With such a weeping crowd on the dock, I do thank you so much for giving me that cheerful send-off. I was proud of my good sports.

YES, I was seasick for three days, just as usual, but since then Ive had a great time. These Y.M.C.A. people are very nice; I like them all and particularly my roommates, who are peaches.