"I was there" - with the Yanks in France by Cyrus Leroy Baldridge
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[Illustration: "The Germans have gone!" -- St. Mihiel] [Illustration: The Shell Hole Central] [Illustration: On Guard] [Illustration: The noncombatant] [Illustration: The family with whom I lived in Soissons] In 1870 Grandpère was taken as a prisoner to Coblenz Madam Framary who sewed on my buttons and who transformed miserable French army rations into marvelous dishes Eraseme, the youngest son who starts his three years of compulsory training in the fall 1919 The eldest son. After his three years of training he was called to war. He has never come back. Soissons--1918 [Illustration: Awaiting the signal to attack...] Awaiting the signal to attack. The sergeant is ready to blow the whistle for his squad to follow him out through a path in the barbed wire. In another minute they will advance close behind the bursting shells of a heavy barrage which, lifting, will leave them face to face with German |
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