desolation of No Man's Land; and with them amid the indescribable miseries
and gory horrors of the battlefield. With them with the sweetest ministry,
trained in the art of service, white-souled, brave, tender-hearted men and
women could render.

[Evangeline Booth]

NATIONAL HEADQUARTERS SALVATION ARMY, NEW YORK CITY.

April, 1919.




From the Commander's Own Pen



The war is over. The world's greatest tragedy is arrested. The awful pull
at men's heart-strings relaxed. The inhuman monster that leapt out of the
darkness and laid blood-hands upon every home of a peace-blest earth has
been overthrown. Autocracy and diabolical tyranny lie defeated and crushed
behind the long rows of white crosses that stand like sign-posts pointing
heavenward, all the way from the English Channel to the Adriatic, linking
the two by an inseverable chain.

While the nations were in the throes of the conflict, I was constrained to
speak and write of the Salvation Army's activities in the frightful
struggle. Now that all is over and I reflect upon the price the nations
have paid I realize much hesitancy in so doing.