Memoirs of the Harvard Dead in the War Against Germany, Volume 1

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Harvard University Press, 1920 - Harvard University - 772 pages
 

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Page 121 - Now heaven be praised That in that hour that most imperilled her, Menaced her liberty who foremost raised Europe's bright flag of freedom, some there were Who, not unmindful of the antique debt, Came back the generous path of Lafayette...
Page 98 - No protection machine in sight." I swooped, swerved to the right, to the left, almost lost, but then came up under his lee keel by the stern. (It's the one position they cannot shoot from.) I seemed a dory alongside a schooner. I pulled up my nose to let him have it. Crr — Crr — Crr — a cartridge jammed in the barrel. He jumped like a frog and fled down to his grounds. Later in the morning I made another stroll along the lines. Met a flock of Nieuports, and saw across the way a squad of white-winged...
Page 118 - ... should fall to your share, you would be in so far superior to other women and should be correspondingly proud. There would be nothing to regret, for I could not have done otherwise than what I did and I think I could not have done better. Death is nothing terrible after all. It may mean something ' even more wonderful than life. It cannot possibly mean anything worse to the good soldier.
Page 99 - I don't see it, but on the contrary, an infinite variety is this, when there is a slight sprinkling of clouds. Clouds are not thin pieces of blotting paper; but liquid, ceaselessly changing steam. I played hide-and-seek in and out them yesterday; sometimes flat blankets like melting snow on either side below me, or again, like great ice floes with distant bergs looming up, and "open water" near at hand, blue as a moonstone cloud, floating full, for all the world like a gigantic jelly-fish (those...
Page 53 - Zarathustra"); Von somebody, another Dane, very small and young; Bastados, a Swiss carpenter, born and bred in the Alps, who sings — when given hah* a litre of canteen wine — far better than most comic opera stars and who at times does the Ranz des Vaches so that even Petit Pere Uhlin claps; the brigadier Mussorgsky, cousin descendant of the composer, a little Russian; two or three Polish Jews, nondescript Belgians, Greeks, Roumanians, etc. I already have enough to write a long (ten thousand...
Page 103 - October 7, 1916 : — Chapman (Victor), sergent pilote a 1'escadrille N. 124; pilote de chasse qui etait un modele d'audace, d'energie, et d'entrain, et faisait 1'admiration de ses camarades d'escadrille. Serieusement blesse a la tOte le 17 Juin, a demande s'i ne pas interrompre son service.
Page 2 - Is not a country, I thought, that has had such as they in it, that could give such as they a brave joy in dying for it, worth something, then ? And as I felt more and more the soothing magic of evening's cool palm upon my temples, as my fancy came...
Page 122 - And on those furthest rims of hallowed ground Where the forlorn, the gallant charge expires, When the slain" bugler has long ceased to sound, And on the tangled wires The last wild rally staggers, crumbles, stops, Withered beneath the shrapnel's iron showers; Now heaven be thanked, we gave a few brave drops, Now heaven be thanked, a few brave drops were ours...
Page 98 - Dear Cousin Helen: Many, many thanks for the books. All but one of them are new to me and I shall enjoy re-reading the " Ordeal by Battle." We are really settling down to work, and I begin to feel I am actively saving France and no longer toying with her expensive utensils. I got in 27 hours flying over the Boche lines, the week before leaving, but had no luck in running on a Boche. Two of my companions, however, finished off two Germans. Now we are at shucks ! I forgot the censor. Anyway...
Page 120 - I caught sight of Seeger and called to him, making a sign with my hand. He answered with a smile. How pale he was! His tall silhouette stood out on the green of the cornfield. He was the tallest man in his section. His head erect, and pride in his eye, I saw him running forward, with bayonet fixed. Soon he disappeared and that was the last time I saw my friend.

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