Farmers' Union Warehouse Co

I have seen actual service in France, on the Soissons front, and at Chateau Thierry, in June and July of this year, and so, therefore, know what I am talking about, or I would keep my mouth shut, and duck out of sight when a "barrage" of that class came over, to keep from being hit. But, oh, no, I am not going to do that; I am right up and at it again; I am not afraid of being hit by such as that, it just puts me in mind of a large German shell whizzing over one's head, to finally come to earth, burying itself in about six feet of good old soil, to never come to light again. But I suppose I had better get down to the fine points of this little article, or the readers will get the impression that I am following too closely in the footsteps of some other writer, who seems to be well known in Moscow.
I noticed that this one, Ruth L. Gray, desired to impress upon the minds of the public that if a soldier says anything in a way of protecting himself or his rights, is a "slacker." I am just wondering if she really slacker knows what the word "I can say" she does not. This means. 