I received a letter from overseas the other day. Of all the letters that I have received from all corners of the earth in the past 40 years, I appreciate this one more than all of them. It was from Clifford McCartney (Pop to me), overseas now well over two years. With a lovely wife and a beautiful daughter, with her pig-tails hanging down her back, carrying on here at home. To the uninitiated, he was a son of the late Charlie and Elizabeth McCartney, honored citizens of Grimsby for many years. A brother of Miss Margaret, Chief Operator of the Bell Telephone Co. "Pop" was a kid that came up in Grimsby. A smile on his mug and a disposition that was full of sunshine for somebody else. That is why he is in uniform. For somebody else. The world was wide in his estimation and everybody had a right to live. A right to Liberty and Freedom without pain, agony and sacrifice. He backed his belief by voluntary enlisting. I look for good reports from this "kid" when the time comes when he and his brother Canadians go into action. When that time comes "Pop" and his pals will need plenty of help from the Red Cross. Are you going to help the Red Cross to help "Pop"?
Not only "Pop" but all the other Grimsby boys on the land, in the air and on the sea. There is not a battle front in existence today that a Grimsby boy is not on. The Red Cross is there with him. It is up to you to keep the Red Cross there with him and all the other Canadians, Yankees, Russians and Allied fighting men. Where Humanity exists, the Red Cross exists there too.