National Geographic : 1943 Feb
TO EVERY MOTHER IN AMERICA Somewhere in America, tonight, a young man him and give him s sits in a railroad car . . . bound for a destination ment, the winter do unknown. He wears the olive drab of the Army, That every hour the blue of the Navy, or the forest green of a million freight ca the Marines. ... carrying raw ma He may be your son. and refineries . . . We know how you feel about that boy. We of war to the ships know what was in your heart when you said And that with u goodbye. your son will alw. We know ... because that boy is our son, too. For he is the hop And wherever he's going, we promise you this: Tonight, mothers That to the very limit of our abilities, where things, and listen fc he's concerned, it will never be "too little and they go thundering too late." Because...it can blow or storm or sleet you'll hear the voic or rain . . . we'll get the supplies through. The battle-hymn of free guns he needs to do the job. The food to sustain ing together, until NEW YORK CENTRAL INVEST IN VICTORY... BUY UNITED STATES WAR BONDS AND STAMPS .trength. The medical equip thing, the mail from home ... of every passing day will see irs rumbling across the land terials to factories, steel mills rushing the finished cargoes waiting in the harbors... s, the men of the railroads, ays come first! e of America. of America, remember these >r the whistle of the trains as in the dark. Listen . . . and :e of a nation's fury . .. the men working together, fight Victory is ours.