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When I came upon \u201cFifteen Little War Stories\u201d by the National Security League, I was shocked that the fifteen stories could fit in the one page folded pamphlet. \u00a0When I opened the pamphlet, I understood immediately why they were called \u201clittle\u201d war stories, since they were only about two to three sentences each. However, while these stories may be little in length, they are absolutely not small in gesture.<\/span><\/p>\n When I saw the phrase \u201cwar stories,\u201d I immediately assumed they would be stories of and from men in combat. \u00a0Therefore, I was surprised to find that they were often stories of things people were doing back home. Often, they are stories of immense sacrifice. \u00a0For example, the sixth story tells of \u201ca poor woman [who] went out washing to earn money with which to buy yarn to knit soldiers\u2019 socks.\u201d This story struck me from the utter lack of self-interest the woman demonstrated when she finally got some extra money but immediately gave it away to help the soldiers. \u00a0It is her total sacrifice of everything she can possibly give (even though she perhaps shouldn\u2019t) which makes this story so remarkable even in only a single sentence. <\/span><\/p>\n Another similar story tells of a boy who shoveled snow from the sidewalk to earn money, and when one woman asked the boy what he would do with the money he earned, he cheerfully replied: \u201cBuy another thrift stamp and help win the war!\u201d \u00a0These stories of people who have very little money giving their extra earnings away for the sake of the war well demonstrates the notion that mobilization is far from the only way for someone to participate in the war effort.<\/span><\/p>\n The pamphlet includes other stories of the sacrifices people make during wartime, from \u201cmeatless, wheatless, candyless, tobaccoless, liquorless days\u201d on American turf to \u201cthe flower of youth\u201d risking their lives in battle in Europe.<\/span><\/p>\n A key feature of this pamphlet is the closing line of each story, which is always \u201cThat\u2019s patriotism!\u201d or some variation of the phrase. \u00a0The fourteenth story tells of how \u201cThe United States has no selfish purpose in the victory that must be won – no hope of aggrandizement\u201d (whether that is really true or not). \u00a0It further claims that the U.S. fights for \u201crighteousness among nations, brotherhood between humans,\u201d following with \u201cThat\u2019s patriotism which transcends nationalism!\u201d This was an important theme of the war narrative. \u00a0While some pro-war propaganda implies that if the U.S. doesn\u2019t enter the war, the war will enter it, arriving on the Atlantic shore as a threat to our nation, our women, and our children, this almost certainly would not have happened. \u00a0Therefore, many critics could argue that the U.S. had no place in the European war since it did not concern them. However, here is presented the counterargument that it doesn\u2019t matter whether the U.S. is really being threatened, someone is being threatened and so they must help. \u00a0In this sense, the duty to come to aid and arms still uses the vehicle of patriotism to carry itself – men sign up for the AEF specifically and the aid in extra goods from home comes from its perceived connection to OUR boys (no longer just THEIR boys). However, these acts of sacrifice are not solely (or sometimes even mostly) for the sake of the United States or American people since the sacrifices fuel the American participation in the war, which fights for others over itself.<\/span><\/p>\n And THAT is patriotism!<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When I came upon \u201cFifteen Little War Stories\u201d by the National Security League, I was shocked that the fifteen stories could fit in the one page folded pamphlet. \u00a0When I opened the pamphlet, I understood immediately why they were called … Continue reading