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World WarsJoyce KilmerThe first poet and author in the American army to give up his... The Secret Service The United States did not declare war till nearly three years... The Fleet That Lost Its Soul Sailors and especially fighters on the sea have in all ages p... The United States At War--at Home When any nation declares war, it immediately brings upon itse... The Second Line Of Defense In Norwich, England, stands a memorial which will forever be ... A Carol From Flanders 1914 In Flanders on the Christmas morn The trench... To Wish To Take Away One From The Immortal Glory Which Belongs to the Allied armies, nor from the undying gratitude which we o... Pershing At The Tomb Of Lafayette They knew they were fighting our war. As the months gr... The Quality Of Mercy There is an old saying, Like king, like people, which means t... Sergeant York Of Tennessee People will always differ as to what was the most remarkable ... The Searchlights Political morality differs from individual morality, because ... Alsace-lorraine On slight pretext, Germany in 1864 and in 1866 had made wars ... When The Tide Turned THE AMERICAN ATTACK AT CHATEAU-THIERRY AND BELLEAU WOOD IN TH... The Capture Of Dun After the Americans had cleared the Saint Mihiel salient, Mar... Bombing Metz ADAPTED FROM THE ACCOUNT WRITTEN BY RAOUL LUFBERY In Janua... The Yank The boche went into the war as a robber, the poilu as a crusa... In Memoriam [THE FIGHTING YEARS, 1914-1918] Ring out, wild bells, ... President Wilson In France On December 14, 1918, President Wilson arrived in Paris. He ... At The Front What one soldier writes, millions have experienced. At f... U S Destroyer _osmond C Ingram_ If you were standing on the deck of a patrol boat watching fo... |
The SearchlightsPolitical morality differs from individual morality, because there is no power above the State.--GENERAL VON BERNHARDI. Shadow by shadow, stripped for fight, The lean black cruisers search the sea. Night-long their level shafts of light Revolve and find no enemy. Only they know each leaping wave May hide the lightning and their grave. And, in the land they guard so well, Is there no silent watch to keep? An age is dying; and the bell Rings midnight on a vaster deep; But over all its waves once more The searchlights move from shore to shore. And captains that we thought were dead, And dreamers that we thought were dumb, And voices that we thought were fled Arise and call us, and we come; And Search in thine own soul, they cry, For there, too, lurks thine enemy. Search for the foe in thine own soul, The sloth, the intellectual pride, The trivial jest that veils the goal For which our fathers lived and died; The lawless dreams, the cynic art, That rend thy nobler self apart. Not far, not far into the night These level swords of light can pierce: Yet for her faith does England fight, Her faith in this our universe, Believing Truth and Justice draw From founts of everlasting law. Therefore a Power above the State, The unconquerable Power, returns. The fire, the fire that made her great, Once more upon her altar burns. Once more, redeemed and healed and whole, She moves to the Eternal Goal. ALFRED NOYES Next: Fighting A Depth Bomb Previous: I Knew You Would Come
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