There Is Poetry In A Pork Chop

But The Worst Handicap We Had The Prohibition Of Naming Individual Units Who Had Done The Fighting.

But Do You Know, I Shall Not Be Sorry To Die. I Shall Be Glad, Monsieur. And Why Glad, You Ask? Because I Love France And Hate The Germans Who Have Put This War On Us.

It Is Better To Give Than To Lend, And It Costs About The Same.

I Am Going To Fight - I, A Socialist And Syndicalist - So That We Shall Make An End To War, So That The Little Ones Of France Will Sleep In Peace, And The Women Go Without Fear.

It Was So Quiet That Morning In Paris That The Heels Of My Two Companions And Myself Were Loud On The Deserted Pavements. It Was A City Of Shuttered Shops, And Barred Windows, And Deserted Avenues.