Defenders of Democracy — A Closer Reading

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A World War I memorial compiled by anonymous authors, combining President Wilson's war message, letters from Alabama soldiers, and records of home-front war service stations, offering a mosaic of patriotic voices and local sacrifice.
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That had seemed to be the object of the German submarine warfare earlier in the war; but since April of last year the Imperial Government had somewhat restrained the commanders of its undersea craft in conformity with its promise then given to us that passenger boats should not be sunk, and that due warning would be given to all other vessels which its submarines might seek to destroy, when no resistance was offered or escape attempted, and care taken that their crews were given at least a fair chance to save their lives in their open boats.

The precautions taken were meager and haphazard enough, as was proved in distressing instance after instance in the progress of the cruel and unmanly business, but a certain degree of restraint was observed.

The new policy has swept every restriction aside. Vessels of every kind, whatever their flag, their character, their cargo, their destination, their errand, have been ruthlessly sent to the bottom without warning and without thought of help or mercy for those on board--the vessels of friendly neutrals, along with belligerents.

Even hospital ships and ships carrying relief to the sorely bereaved and stricken people of Belgium, though the latter were provided with safe conduct through the proscribed areas by the German Government itself and were distinguished by unmistakable marks of identity, have been sunk with the same reckless lack of compassion or of principle.

I was for a little while unable to believe that such things would in fact be done by any government that had hitherto subscribed to the humane practices of civilized nations.

International law had its origin in the attempt to set up some law which would be respected and observed upon the seas, where no nation had right of dominion and where lay the free highways of the world.

By painful stage after stage has that law been built up, with meager enough results, indeed, after all was accomplished that could be accomplished, but always with a clear view, at least, of what the heart and conscience of mankind demanded.

This minimum of right the German Government has swept aside under the plea of retaliation and necessity, and because it had no weapons which it could use at sea except these which it is impossible to employ as it is employing them without throwing to the winds all scruples of humanity or of respect for the understandings that were supposed to underlie the intercourse of the world.

I am not now thinking of the loss of property involved, immense and serious as that is, but only of the wanton and wholesale destruction of the lives of non-combatants, men, women and children, engaged in pursuits which have always, even in the darkest periods of modern history, been deemed innocent and legitimate.

Property can be paid for; the lives of peaceful and innocent people cannot be.

The present German submarine warfare against commerce is a warfare against mankind. It is a war against all nations.

American ships have been sunk, American lives taken, in ways which it has stirred us very deeply to learn of, but the ships and people of other neutral and friendly nations have been sunk and overwhelmed in the waters in the same way. There has been no discrimination.

The challenge is to all mankind. Each nation must decide for itself how it will meet it.

The choice we make for ourselves must be made with a moderation of counsel and a temperateness of judgment befitting our character and our motives as a nation. We must put excited feeling away.

Our motive will not be revenge or the victorious assertion of the physical might of the Nation, but only the vindication of right, of human right, of which we are only a single champion.

When I addressed the Congress on the twenty-sixth of February last, I thought that it would suffice to assert our neutral rights with arms, our right to use the seas against unlawful interference, our right to keep our people safe against unlawful violence.

But armed neutrality, it now appears, is impracticable. Because submarines are in effect outlaws when used as the German submarines have been used against merchant shipping, it is impossible to defend ships against their attacks as the law of nations has assumed that merchantmen would defend themselves against privateers or cruisers, visible craft giving chase upon the open sea.

It is common prudence in such circumstances, grim necessity indeed, to endeavor to destroy them before they have shown their own intention. They must be dealt with upon sight, if dealt with at all.

Defenders of Democracy opens not with a narrative but with a document: President Woodrow Wilson’s address to Congress on April 2, 1917, requesting a declaration of war. The speech is reproduced in full, its formal cadences—'serious, very serious, choices of policy'—setting a grave tone. Yet the book quickly shifts register. After the presidential rhetoric, the text becomes a patchwork of letters from soldiers, many from Alabama mill towns, writing home with slang, humor, and raw detail. One soldier describes watching artillery fire from a hill: 'IT WAS GREAT.' Another jokes about a 'cootie bite.' This abrupt movement from official oratory to intimate, unpolished voices is the book’s defining structural feature.

From Capitol to Dugout: The Shift in Voice

The book’s first section presents Wilson’s war message as a single block of text, unbroken by commentary. The language is measured, legalistic, and global in scope—'vessels of every kind … ruthlessly sent to the bottom.' Then, without transition, the reader encounters a soldier’s letter dated December 4, 1918, describing the 'peculiar and creepy sound' of captured German guns. The contrast is stark. Where Wilson speaks of policy and humanity, the soldier reports sensory experience: watching, listening, feeling. This juxtaposition recurs throughout. The editors do not explain the shift; they let the documents stand side by side, implying that both the president’s words and the doughboy’s slang are necessary to understand the war.

Recurring Images: Letters, Bunks, and the Mail Call

Certain images reappear across the soldiers’ letters, creating a shared visual vocabulary. The mail call is a frequent motif: one soldier writes of 'the eager faces of the Yanks at mail time' and insists that 'time spent in writing to “Over There” boys' is deeply appreciated. Another describes sitting on his bunk when his 'bunkie' jumps up, only to discover a 'cootie bite.' The bunk—a cramped, shared space—appears in multiple letters, as do references to dugouts, candlelight, and waiting. These recurring details build a picture of daily life that is both specific and collective. The letters are not arranged chronologically but grouped by sentiment, reinforcing the sense of a common experience.

The Home Front as a Character

The book’s framing emphasizes the role of the 'War Service Stations' in Alabama mill communities. An introductory note explains that the volume was made possible by 'the generous co-operation of the officers of the West Point Manufacturing Company and Lanett Cotton Mills.' The stations are described as fostering 'practically all of the patriotic work consummated by those at home.' Soldiers’ letters repeatedly thank the stations for letters and bulletins: one writes, 'I enjoy the Bulletin from the first to the last.' The home front is not a backdrop but an active participant, its presence felt in every letter that mentions receiving news from Shawmut or another mill town. The book thus documents a two-way correspondence, though only the soldiers’ replies are printed.

Structure as Memorial: Compilation Without Commentary

The editors of Defenders of Democracy chose to compile documents rather than write a continuous history. After the president’s message and the soldiers’ letters, the book includes records of station activities and lists of names. There is no narrative bridge, no analysis, no conclusion. This structure mirrors the purpose stated in the preface: to create 'a memorial' that 'the years pass by' might make 'increasingly interesting.' The book is an archive, not a story. Readers must navigate the shifts in voice and setting themselves. The lack of editorial commentary means that the soldiers’ own words—their humor, their fatigue, their gratitude—carry the full weight of the record. The structure itself becomes a statement about how a community chose to remember.

Because the book is a compilation of primary documents, readers should approach it as they would an archive: by attending to the gaps between documents as much as to the documents themselves. The movement from Wilson’s formal address to a soldier’s casual description of 'Hell’s Half Acre' is not a flaw but a deliberate editorial choice. Pay attention to the dates, the place names, and the recurring phrases—they are the threads that connect these scattered voices into a single, if fragmented, testimony.

This book’s quiet roll call of Alabama soldiers reminds me of an afternoon in my grandfather’s study, tracing our family name in a yellowed ledger of volunteers. He never spoke of the war, but I felt the weight of those unspoken names. The same ache surfaced in The Greater Love — Context and Discussion, where ordinary letters somehow hold all the vast, unsayable distance. Some texts just make you breathe slower.

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