Buffeted about by caissons and guns and motor trucks.
But lo! the road that night was smooth;
My feet were steady and my heart was gay,
For I had looked into the West I love
And there had seen the magic of your smile.
Charles Lyn Fox, Inf.
PRIVATE JONES, A. E. F.
“Who is the boy and what does he do, and what do the gold stripes mean?
And why is his mouth so grim and hard while those eyes of his are a-dream?
Only a private soldier, eh, and he holds his head that high?