ermany's war of plunder and conquest?
In the last days of the war, American soldiers found upon a German
prisoner a postal card with a picture of Quentin Roosevelt lying dead
beside his airplane. Below was printed in German the statement that
America was so short of fliers, that she had to use her presidents'
sons. Germans could not understand that in America the presidents'
sons would be the first to offer their services and for work of the
most dangerous kind. The sons of the Kaiser were carefully kept out of
danger.
THE REALLY INVINCIBLE ARMADA
The northern coast of Scotland is about as far north as the southern
point of Greenland and nearly all of Norway lies still nearer the pole.
Across the stretch of ocean between Scotland and Norway, a distance of
about three hundred miles, for over four years the English navy kept
guard, summer and winter. After the United States entered the war, the
entire distance was protected also by mines.
The hardships suffered by the crews of these blockading ships during
the terrible winters in that northern latitude can never be fully
appreciated by any one who did not have to endure them and overcome
them. This called for courage of the highest order, and the British
sailors proved again, as they have so many times in the past, that they
possessed it.
For thirty to forty days, each blockading ship kept the seas and then
returned to port for a short period of rest. When on blockade, the men
were frequently on duty on deck for twenty hours at a time wet through
to the skin; they then went below to their berths for a few hours'
sleep, to be followed by twenty hours more of duty on deck. "Blow
high, blow low, rain, hail, or snow, mines or submarines," said one of
them, "we have to go through it."
A suspicious vessel is sighted, headed for Norway, Denmark, or Holland.
She must be hailed, stopped, and boarded to make sure she is not
carrying cotton or rubber, or other contraband of war intended for
Germany. No matter how rough the sea or what the temperature, this
duty must be done. "We have just crawled into port again," wrote an
officer; "what fearful weather it has been, nothing but gales, rain and
snow, with rough seas. Two nights out of the last four were terrible
and for the last fortnight it seems to have been one incessant gale,
sometimes from the east, and then, for a change, from the west, with
rain all the time. The strictest lookout must be kept at
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