A True Soldier
Vivian Monroe

God makes all kinds of soldiers, but he only made one Cornelius Slate. My father followed him up San Juan Hill, through the legations in Peking, and – as he put it – “through hell, the order was given.” At today’s muster, Slate asked me if I was Sergeant Monroe’s daughter. I said, “Yes, sir, I am.” Slate said, “Your father always wanted a son. I hope the fool has wisdom enough to recognize his good fortune.”

One by one their seats were emptied, And one by one they went away; Now the family is parted, Will it be complete one day?

Will the circle be unbroken 

By and by, by and by? 

Is a better home awaiting In the sky, in the sky?