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

Pershing At The Tomb Of Lafayette
They knew they were fighting our war. As the months gr...

Where The Four Winds Meet
There are songs of the north and songs of the south, A...

President Wilson In France
On December 14, 1918, President Wilson arrived in Paris. He ...

November 11 1918
Sinners are said sometimes to repent and change their ways at...

The Soldiers Who Go To Sea
If the army or the navy ever gaze on Heaven's scenes, Th...

A Carol From Flanders
1914 In Flanders on the Christmas morn The trench...

Song Of The Aviator
(This poem was written for an entertainment given by the Y.M....

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

Why The United States Entered The War
The United States was slow to enter the war, because her peop...

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

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

The Really Invincible Armada
The northern coast of Scotland is about as far north as the s...

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

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

A Congressional Message
FROM PRESIDENT WILSON'S ANNUAL ADDRESS TO CONGRESS DECEMBE...

The United States Marines
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze From dawn to setti...

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

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

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



After-days






When the last gun has long withheld
Its thunder, and its mouth is sealed,
Strong men shall drive the furrow straight
On some remembered battlefield.

Untroubled they shall hear the loud
And gusty driving of the rains,
And birds with immemorial voice
Sing as of old in leafy lanes.

The stricken, tainted soil shall be
Again a flowery paradise--
Pure with the memory of the dead
And purer for their sacrifice.

ERIC CHILMAN





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