her little brother came up the
American boy stooped down, lifted the boy and girl into his arms, and
while they were screaming with delight carried them across to a little
shop, and found for them two tiny little cakes of chocolate, the only
sweet that could be had. The French children understand.

The German motto was: "Frightfulness and terrorism are the very essence
of our new warfare."

Pershing's charge was: "You will protect all property, safeguard all
lives, lift a shield above the aged, be most courteous to the women,
most tender and gentle to the children."

In France our boys have lifted a shield above the poor and the weak,
and, having given service, they are receiving a degree of love beyond
measure; but there is no danger that they will be spoiled by the
adulation of the French women and children, who rank them with the
knights and the heroes of old.

9. An American Soldier's Grave in France

One August morning I was in the wheat fields near Roye. Somewhere in
that field the body of a noble American boy was lying. He was a graduate
of the University of Virginia; his mother and his sister had a host of
friends in my old home city, Chicago. Guided by a white-haired priest,
out in the wheat we found at last a little mound with a part of a broken
airplane lying thereupon. I pulled the rest of his machine upon his
grave and learned that when the French boys picked him up they found
that four explosive bullets had struck him while flying in the air after
his victory over many German enemies.

With my knife I cut a sheaf of golden grain and an armful of scarlet
poppies and said a prayer for the boy and his mother and his sister.

Standing there in the rain I wrote a letter to those who loved him,
saying: "When you see this head of wheat, say to yourself 'One grain
going into the ground shall in fifteen summers ripen into bread enough
to feed sixteen hundred millions of the family of men.' When you look at
this pressed poppy, say, 'His blood like red rain went to the root to
make the flowers crimson and beautiful for all the world; soon the
fields of France shall wave like a Garden of God, and peace and plenty
shall dwell forever there. "Without shedding of blood there is no
remission." Wine means the crushing of the grapes. At great price our
fathers bought Liberty.'"

Two thousand years ago Cicero, sobbing above the dead body of his
daughter Tullia, exclaimed: "Is there a meeting place for the dead?"