The Broken Soldier and the Maid of France1919 |
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Absolving Dream afraid of fear answered arms Bar-sur-Aube Barrois basilica battle beside the spring blessed brave broken inside broken soldier caught chance Chinon clouds climbed confession coward cried damned Boches Domrémy Douaumont drink drops dusty eyes face farm Father Courcy looked fell ferns fight forgive Germans go back Gooseberry gray Green Confessional guns hand head heart heaven HENRY VAN DYKE hill holy hospital Jeanne d'Arc Joséphine kill knees knew L'Alouette lips love of Jeanne MAID OF FRANCE Marne Meuse never nodded old Roman road Orléans passed Pierre Duval Pierre rose Pierre's priest laid redoubt Rouen saint saved France sheep shell shepherdess shoulder sleep slope slowly smile soldier of France soul speak spire stood Switzerland tell thicket thing thought took turned valley Verdun Victorious Penance village of Vaux warrior born wave wife woods word of absolution wounds
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Page 59 - God commands you," she cried. " It is for France. Be of good cheer. Do not retreat. The fort will soon be yours!" How should Pierre know that this was the cry with which the Maid had rallied her broken men at Orleans when the fort of Les Tourelles fell?
Page 39 - The priest laid his hand gently on Pierre's quivering shoulder. " Courage, my son!" " I have none." " Then say to yourself that fear is nothing." " It would be a lie. This fear is real." "Then cease to tremble at it; kill it." " Impossible. I am afraid of fear.
Page 30 - You are cured, Pierre Duval, but you are not yet fit to fight. You are low in your mind. You need cheering up. You are to have a month's furlough and repose. You shall go home to your farm. How is it that G)u call it?
Page 63 - He was going toward that for which he was born. He was doing that which France asked of him, that which God told him to do.
Page 63 - Duval, as he trudged those long kilometers toward the front, that he was doinga penance. The joy of a mind made up is a potent cordial. The greetings of comrades on the road put gladness into his heart and strength into his legs. It was a hot and dusty journey, and a sober one. But it was not a sad one. He was going toward that for which he was born. He was doing that which...
Page 29 - I understand perfectly what you want to say. It was like being lost and thinking that nothing could save you; a feeling that is piercing and dull at the same time, like a heavy weight pressing on you with sharp stabs in it. It was what they call shellshock, a terrible thing.
Page 30 - It was what they call shellshock, a terrible thing. Sometimes it drives men crazy for a while. But the doctors know what to do for that malady. It passes. You got over it.
Page 8 - The soldier, startled, but not forgetting his manners learned from boyhood, stood up and lifted his hand to take off his cap. It was already lying on the ground. '' Good morning, Father,
Page 65 - Nothing at all," was the joyous reply. " He tried to swim in his own soup and he was drowned." When Pierre reported to the officer of the day, that busy functionary consulted the record. " You are a day ahead of your time, Pierre Duval,