Members of the United States Marine Corps carving stones with which to
mark the graves of their former brothers in arms.]
“But that soldier was not killed—he was blinded for life. He is myself.”
That is the story of Jesse A. Whaley, told by himself while an inmate
of the Red Cross Institute for the Blind, where the blinded soldiers
are aught trades and occupations in which the sense of touch serves for
the lost eyes. To grip gun in a charge against the foe is possibly no
more heroic than to grip life, resolutely to serve though blind.