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World WarsA Congressional MessageFROM PRESIDENT WILSON'S ANNUAL ADDRESS TO CONGRESS DECEMBE... The Really Invincible Armada The northern coast of Scotland is about as far north as the s... Just Before The Tide Turned On the 27th of last May the Germans broke through the French ... Harry Lauder Sings Harry Lauder, an extremely popular Scotch singer and entertai... The Secret Service The United States did not declare war till nearly three years... 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... The Thirteenth Regiment The World War has shown clearly that all peoples are not alik... Sergeant York Of Tennessee People will always differ as to what was the most remarkable ... Where The Tide Turned It is the general impression that the tide of victory set in ... At The Front What one soldier writes, millions have experienced. At f... President Wilson In France On December 14, 1918, President Wilson arrived in Paris. He ... America Comes In We are coming from the ranch, from the city and the mine, ... After-days When the last gun has long withheld Its thunder, and i... The Second Line Of Defense In Norwich, England, stands a memorial which will forever be ... Redeemed Italy Italy, since 1860 at least, has cherished the dream that some... Blocking The Channel Bruges is an important city of Belgium made familiar to Ameri... Fighting A Depth Bomb All who have read of the sinking of the Lusitania, by a torpe... Duty So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man... Bombing Metz ADAPTED FROM THE ACCOUNT WRITTEN BY RAOUL LUFBERY In Janua... |
Where The Four Winds MeetThere are songs of the north and songs of the south, And songs of the east and west; But the songs of the place where the four winds meet Are the ones that we love the best. And where do the four winds meet? you ask. The answer is ready at hand-- Wherever our dear ones chance to be By air, or by sea, or land. So the sailor, keeping his midnight watch 'Mid icicles, snow, and sleet, Can think of a village near Portsmouth town As the place where the four winds meet. And mother, perhaps, and sweetheart true Pray hard for the North Sea Fleet, And harder still for the boy who's gone To his place, where the four winds meet. And the man on guard at the firing-step, 'Mid star-shells shimmering down, Can think of his home--where the four winds meet In some sheltered English town. And thoughts may fly to the distant trench, Whatever its name or street, For Somewhere in France seems far less vague If we add, where the four winds meet. And the pilot steers thro' the trackless waste While the engines throb and beat, Flouting surprise, with the army's eyes High up where the four winds meet. And to those who mourn comes a cheering cry, Which the angels in heaven repeat, Grieve not, brave hearts; we await you here-- Here, where the four winds meet. There are songs of the north and songs of the south, The east and the west complete; But here is a song of the place we love, Which is called, Where the four winds meet. GEOFFREY DALRYMPLE NASH. ******************* Next: The United States Marines Previous: Duty
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