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Waiting For The Flash
Not at once can the mind grasp the full significance of the w...

The Capture Of Dun
After the Americans had cleared the Saint Mihiel salient, Mar...

The Call To Arms In Our Street
There's a woman sobs her heart out, With her head agains...

To Villingen--and Back
Very remarkable in the world struggle for liberty was the eag...

The Second Line Of Defense
In Norwich, England, stands a memorial which will forever be ...

The United States At War--at Home
When any nation declares war, it immediately brings upon itse...

The Lost Battalion
On December 24, 1918, Lieutenant Colonel Charles W. Whittlese...

The Kaiser's Crown
(VERSAILLES, JANUARY 18, 1871) The wind on the Thames ...

Fighting A Depth Bomb
All who have read of the sinking of the Lusitania, by a torpe...

Nations Born And Reborn
In America, and in many other countries, people have listened...

At The Front
What one soldier writes, millions have experienced. At f...

Redeemed Italy
Italy, since 1860 at least, has cherished the dream that some...

The Searchlights
Political morality differs from individual morality, because ...

So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man...

Four Soldiers
THE BOCHE The boche was chiefly what his masters made him....

In Memoriam
[THE FIGHTING YEARS, 1914-1918] Ring out, wild bells, ...

The Poilu
The soldier of France, the poilu, is a crusader. He is fight...

Just Before The Tide Turned
On the 27th of last May the Germans broke through the French ...

The Secret Service
The United States did not declare war till nearly three years...

Bombing Metz

A Carol From Flanders


In Flanders on the Christmas morn
The trenched foemen lay,
The German and the Briton born--
And it was Christmas Day.

The red sun rose on fields accurst,
The gray fog fled away;
But neither cared to fire the first,
For it was Christmas Day.

They called from each to each across
The hideous disarray
(For terrible had been their loss):
O, this is Christmas Day!

Their rifles all they set aside,
One impulse to obey;
'Twas just the men on either side,
Just men--and Christmas Day.

They dug the graves for all their dead
And over them did pray;
And Englishman and German said:
How strange a Christmas Day!

Between the trenches then they met,
Shook hands, and e'en did play
At games on which their hearts are set
On happy Christmas Day.

Not all the Emperors and Kings,
Financiers, and they
Who rule us could prevent these things
For it was Christmas Day.

O ye who read this truthful rime
From Flanders, kneel and say:
God speed the time when every day
Shall be as Christmas Day.


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