World War I
When the war broke out in August, 1914, I was at work in the City Room of the "New York Evening Post." One morning, during the first week of activities, the copy boy handed me a telegram which was signed "Luther, Boston," and contained the rather cryptic message: --"How about...
When the war broke out in August, 1914, I was at work in the City Room of the "New York Evening Post." One morning, during the first week of activities, the copy boy handed me a...
2. Chapter 2During all the time I was with him Verhagen did not speak a bitter word. On the contrary, he was calm--particularly calm as he stood beside the mound where the Belgian soldiers...
3. Chapter 3Up to the day that Luther and I went through the Belgian trenches near Alost and got into the hands of the German outposts north of Brussels, we had not seen nearly as much figh...
4. Chapter 4When the German major at Aix-la-Cha-pelle stamped on our passports:-- "Gesehen. Gut Zum Austritt Kommandant 2 Kompagnie, Landsturm Batl. Aachen," we were free, so we thought, to...
5. Chapter 5There was something typically British in the way those Englishmen went about the defense of Antwerp. In the streets and barracks, and more especially at the Hotel St. Antoine, B...
6. Chapter 6As we left the British field hospital, on the Rue de Leopold, a shrieking skyrocket whizzed by above us and buried its hissing head in the river to the north. One or two more fe...
7. Chapter 7Less than forty-eight hours after the fall of Antwerp the wave of helpless humanity whose crest broke on the Belgian border had rolled over the entire length and breadth of Holl...
8. Chapter 8I was conscious of a distinct break between the crisp, official atmosphere of Berlin--where the war hurts least and the mechanical appearance of success is strong--and the senti...