The Brighton Boys at Chateau-Thierry

Staplely and Duncan with their weapons ready, waited, crouching. In their agitation they had not observed other ambulances coming along the road at the foot of the hill and they...

Don Richards’ new helper on the Red Cross ambulance was an under-sized, red-headed Irishman by the name of Tim Casey. He was a month or two short of nineteen winters and, as he...

It was half a mile back to the southern side of the hill where the bloody engagement of the morning had taken place and a like distance to the little plot of ground in the corne...

Clem Stapley stood leaning on his rifle gazing far away over the green fields and woodlands of that beautiful, rolling country, not unlike his own homeland. The boy’s thoughts w...

“My boy, I want to commend you, for your aid when they bombed us last week. Haven’t had a chance to before. If all of the fellows had been as cool and as helpful as you and that...

“Wash, listen: You know how to use this. Magazine’s full. You’re to use it--just when I tell you, or maybe before. There’s a chap around that’s got to go along with us, Wash, an...

The battle sector southeast of Amiens and around Mondidier became quiet during the latter part of April and early May, and, true to Major Little’s predictions, he and the force...

“Ask Corporal Stapley to report here, Sergeant.” A bluff Irishman, late of the regular army and now attached to the marines for his experience, saluted his Captain and turned to...

Major Little ordered the German airman turned over to an army ambulance where he would be disposed of as a wounded man and prisoner. To Don the surgeon said, after hearing the b...

Once again along the farm road came Don’s ambulance. It reached the old farm house and stopped. He called loudly for Billy Mearns. There was no answer and Don rose in his seat t...

“Done for! And just when we had become friends,” Clem murmured. But upon the instant an arm that he had been unconsciously lying across gave a twitch. Clem lifted himself and lo...

The destruction from the explosions was not so damaging but that complete repairs could be made in a few weeks and the work, crowded into the other buildings, go on without seri...

Ploof! Ploof! Bang! P-ssst, wam! Zing, zing, zing! T-r-r-r-r-r--rip! Ploooof! Something of this nature, if it can at all be conveyed by words, came in waves, roars and spasms of...

“Billy, you aren’t kilt entirely, eh? Well, then, hop out and crank her; maybe that volcano didn’t stall her. We’ll turn round, if she runs, and hunt for those stretcher chaps;...

The procession that wound out of the gate, down the road, over the railroad tracks, past the station, into and along the main street a little way, then down the broad cross stre...

The end of the holiday week approached and on the day after New Year’s there would be again a general migration of eager youths, all over the broad land, into the outstretched a...

Ambulancier Donald Richards, with Washington White beside him, but without his usual grin, drove his much battered car down the military road and across the scarlet-flowered fie...

Camps and training schools, learning how and drilling. This was the lot of Young America in the latter days of the year 1917 and in the earlier months of the succeeding year, a...

Christmas festivities at Lofton, like those in nearly every live town in the United States, were such as to engross the attention of the youthful population, especially the rehe...

Don’s face was a study as he suddenly left off berating his companion and listened quite breathlessly to the rising inflections of the bearded man making answer to his hatchet-f...

“You’re just plain wrong. Anyway, people in glass shanties shouldn’t throw rocks. I don’t see you trying to play soldier.” The last speaker, a tall lad who sat nearest the windo...