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

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

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

America Comes In
We are coming from the ranch, from the city and the mine, ...

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

When The Tide Turned
THE AMERICAN ATTACK AT CHATEAU-THIERRY AND BELLEAU WOOD IN TH...

The Little Old Road
There's a breath of May in the breeze On the little ol...

The Turning Of The Tide
A division of marines and other American troops were rushed t...

U S Destroyer _osmond C Ingram_
If you were standing on the deck of a patrol boat watching fo...

To Wish To Take Away One From The Immortal Glory Which Belongs
to the Allied armies, nor from the undying gratitude which we o...

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

The Yank
The boche went into the war as a robber, the poilu as a crusa...

America Enters The War
SPEECH BY LLOYD GEORGE, BRITISH PREMIER, APRIL 12, 1917 ...

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

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

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

A Boy Of Perugia
In the year 1500, Raphael was a boy of eighteen in Perugia wo...

Where Are You Going Great-heart?
Where are you going, Great-Heart, With your eager face...

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

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



America Comes In






We are coming from the ranch, from the city and the mine,
And the word has gone before us to the towns upon the Rhine;
As the rising of the tide
On the Old-World side,
We are coming to the battle, to the Line.

From the Valleys of Virginia, from the Rockies in the North,
We are coming by battalions, for the word was carried forth:
We have put the pen away
And the sword is out today,
For the Lord has loosed the Vintages of Wrath.

We are singing in the ships as they carry us to fight,
As our fathers sang before us by the camp-fires' light;
In the wharf-light glare,
They can hear us Over There
When the ships come steaming through the night.

Right across the deep Atlantic where the Lusitania passed,
With the battle-flag of Yankee-land a-floating at the mast
We are coming all the while,
Over twenty hundred mile,
And we're staying to the finish, to the last.

We are many--we are one--and we're in it overhead,
We are coming as an Army that has seen its women dead,
And the old Rebel Yell
Will be loud above the shell
When we cross the top together, seeing red.

KLAXTON.





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