but annoying rats, I came down with the flu with a
temperature of 103 degrees. Doctor Lugar, who had nursed me through the
gas attack, shook his head and ordered me sent to Evacuation Hospital
No. 1. Here I was delighted to meet my old friend Father Morris O'Shea
of Buffalo, there stationed as Chaplain. A few days later I was sent to
Base Hospital "51" at Toul. The Medical Staff ordered me from Toul to
America, and on February first I arrived at St. Nazaire on Biscay Bay.
My supreme joy here was in meeting my niece, Miss Honor Barry, who had
served as an Army Corps nurse in Base Hospital 101, located at this
seaport, during nine arduous months.

On February ninth I sailed on the Manchuria, arriving in New York on
February twenty-second. Reporting at General Hospital 28, Fort Sheridan,
Ill., was thence ordered to the Army Hospital at Asheville, North
Carolina. Six weeks in the ozoned hills of the Southland restored
perfect health; and on May first reported for active duty at Fort
Sheridan.

With the memory of sweet Domremy still before us, we shall bring the
humble record of service Over There to its close.

In this period of valedictory may we be permitted a concluding
reflection, projected in clear outline on the background of those
thrilling days now forever over. That reflection, in silhouette, is
this--the great crises of life--whether decisive of weal or of woe, are,
to the soul of normal man, God impelling! In direct ratio as danger and
death impended in the gloomy wastes of No Man's Land, all soldiers grew
religious and turned instinctively to God. In the zero hour the profane
grew silent and the curse died unuttered on his lip. All, all,
_realized_ God! The trench became His sanctuary, the flaming front His
Presence Light, the glow on the faces of dying comrades visualized the
Gospel of His Greater Love.

We needed God Over There, we need Him equally as much Over Here! Peace
has its trials, its dangers, its lurking foes, its pitfalls, its hills
of Pride to be conquered, its valleys of Despond to be overcome. The
Rembercourt of Life lies before us. We survived _that_ attack--who shall
survive Death's _final_ hill crest!

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