A GERMAN SOLDIER’S LETTER.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXV, Issue 310, 31 December 1914, Page 7

A GERMAN SOLDIER’S LETTER.

The war is providing pabulum for some clever and cutting sarcasm in the London Press. One of the most amusing is the following, which is surmounted by a German soldier sitting on a bomb amidst a hail of bursting shells and writing, with a German fountainpen, on a box containing German saus. ages, while British bayonets are advancing up the hill behind him:— Mein dear fader und modder, — Yen you sit down to supper netft of sausages and mashed, shoost tink of your prave soldier boy who’s getting awfully bashed; we started out for victory, und got on fine at first, der Kaiser served out soveloys and lager foi the thirst. We burnt up all der villages, und i very pleased to do it, we fight der women und der kids, my word, we put ’em through it! Der wounded men we fight as well, we feel so prave und strong, we tink we conkering heroes are, de war it won’t be long. Der Kaiser says; Dot’s fen ' r not, my boys, we’re doing grond,” de: Sausage he will win for sure, start oop der Sherman Band. But all at vonce dere come a change, no more we smile mit joy; we hear dose rag-time war songs of dot British soldier boy: “You made me love you” first he sing, but lo lie kiss us? No! He charge us mit his bayonet, und, my word, he make us go. He sings’ “A long, long way, it vas, to Tipperary grand,” but do he go there? No. He makes straight for the Faderland. We haf no stomach now to fight dis British soldier boy, der Kaiser’s army he cuts up, shoost like von saveloy. Der poor old Kaiser he loks blue. He says■, “Mein poys, I fear der Sherman Sausage ain’t no match for British Bepf oi- Beer. I’m very much afraid dot ven ail ofer is der scrap, mein lofely Sherman Empire will be wiped clean off der map.” Der British bayonets charge vonce more, und ve run quick und faster. I’ll soon be home, so modder, dear, get oud der shticking-plas-ter. From your loving son, WILHELM DONNERWETTER.