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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I Knew You Would Come
We are all very proud that America was permitted to have a sh...

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

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

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

The Tommy
John Masefield, the English writer, says, St. George did not ...

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

Vive La France 1
The determination of the people of Alsace and Lorraine not ...

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

Joyce Kilmer
The first poet and author in the American army to give up his...

Where The Tide Turned
It is the general impression that the tide of victory set in ...

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



Trees






I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

JOYCE KILMER.





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