Ambulance drivers

Riding the Night

All the way, at odd times, far off, with neither sense nor sequence, the guns have sounded almost like the noises of peace — blasting or pile-driving. Now, outside the…

Letter from the African front

by William I. Riegelman,

I Thumb My Way to Tobruk

by Peter Muir,

Armadas in miniature

by Robert Hillyer,

Young America and old France

by Dorothy Canfield,

Notes from a French village in the war zone

The Harvest of the Night

by John Masefield,

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