With The Immortal Seventh Division

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e Seventh Division, as it moved south through the well cultiva

nhardi and others to carry 'terror' into the hearts of the invaded people. And nearly all of them had some dread story to relate, of wanton destruction to public and private property, and of vile wrongs perpetrated upon an unoffending people. Small won

to unconsciously uphold the marked differentiation between the laws of mi

nd moral declension has ensued; until, under the baneful influences of Nietzsche, Treitschke, Bernhardi, and their like, the land of the re

ind of the best part of Europe to-

ed upon them. On one house of a Religious Order I saw painted, 'All for God.' On the cross roads the

ons, as, emerging from the bloody ruck of his first engagement, he presently found himself, worn and spent,

rine, open day and night, for those who desire to draw aside from the ordinary pursu

lgium has been subjected. Roman Catholics as they are, the Belgians whom I met-and I conversed with many-seemed to reali

ecstatic Belgian girl rushed up to a 'Tommy,' and flinging her arms round his neck, kissed him warmly. I have no doubt that on occasion the man could have returned the salute with interest, but the suddenness and the publicity of the attack rendered him both speechless and powerless. There he stood blush

ked; and looking down, I saw a sweet little blue-eyed maid of some five years, not much above the level of the bottom of my tunic in height, who said in the prettiest broken English, 'Brave Ingleese.' The memory of a

fer us. In our billets, indeed, the very bes

hat part of Belgium-thousands of cigars were handed to the column, and for days after the men would not look at the humble 'fag.' In country dist

iderably pleased with ourselves, but do not grudge us such joys, for just below the horizon of that time dark clouds were fast rising, which soon darkened the skies of many and many a life. Anyhow, I will und

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