Note 36 — Part I Protecting the Frontier (continued 2)

In General Fry’s entertaining story of “Army Sacrifices,” the following little poem about him appears:

“When the foe charged on the breastworks

With the madness of despair,

And the bravest souls were tested,

The little Jew was there.

“When the weary dozed on duty,

Or the wounded needed care,

When another shot was called for,

The little Jew was there.

With the festering dead around them,

Shedding poison in the air,

When the crippled chieftain ordered,

The little Jew was there.”