Were true Americans, they just had substance back then.
This is a telegram my Great Grandfather sent to a friend in 1918.
LA VEGA CLEMENTS
Attorney-at-Law, Owensboro, Kentucky
I read in the paper this morning that your boy had been killed in France. There is no person who can extend to you and your wife more heartfelt sympathy at this time than Mrs. Clements and myself. Our boy who was at Camp Sherman, O., answered the final call last month. He was our oldest and my law partner. Words from one's friends in hours like this can do little to ease the grief and pain of a torn heart, but I can as save you, old man, that having gone down into the valley of shadow, where you are at this moment, I can readily mingle my tears with yours for "our boys" who have gone West, and for whom the Service Flag will hereafter bear a bright golden star.
Accept these few words in sincere sympathy for your loss; and whilst our loss is great and the blow is heavy, let us still hope and pray that some other fathers' and mothers' boys may come back safe. Our boys have performed their duty as citizens, patriots and Christian men, and having performed their work worthily and well we can sincerely hope and believe that they have crossed the river to a better and happier land where sunshine and happiness with their God will be their lot forever.
They sure had a way with words back then.