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

Sergeant York Of Tennessee
People will always differ as to what was the most remarkable ...

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

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

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

Blocking The Channel
Bruges is an important city of Belgium made familiar to Ameri...

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

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

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

The United States At War--in France
Adapted with a few omissions and changes in language from the...

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

The First To Fall In Battle
During the trench warfare, it was customary to raid the enemy...

The Unspeakable Turk
Although the great issues of the war were decided, and victor...

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

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

The Thirteenth Regiment
The World War has shown clearly that all peoples are not alik...

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

After-days
When the last gun has long withheld Its thunder, and i...

The Fleet That Lost Its Soul
Sailors and especially fighters on the sea have in all ages p...

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



The United States Marines






Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun,
We have fought in every clime or place
Where we could take a gun--
In the snow of far-off northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes,
You will find us always on the job--
The United States Marines.





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