She would not have me say these things of her, for she is humble, as such a great leader should be, knowing all her gifts and attainments to be but the glory of her Lord; and this is her book. Only in this chapter can I speak and say what I will, for it is not my book. But here, too, I waive my privilege and bow to my Commander.
I. The Story II. The Gondrecourt Area III. The Toul Sector IV. The Montdidier Sector V. The Toul Sector Again VI. The Baccarat Sector VII. The Chateau-Thierry-Soissons Drive VIII. The Saint Mihiel Drive IX. The Argonne Drive X. The Armistice XI. Homecoming XII. Letters of Appreciation
Introduced to French Rain and French Mud.
She Called the Little Company of Workers Together and Gave Them a Charge.
The Lassie Who Fried the First Doughnut in France.
"Tin Hat for a Halo! Ah! She Wears It Well!".
The Patient Officers Who Were Seeing to All These Details Worked Almost Day and Night.
Here During the Day They Worked in Dugouts Far Below the Shell-tortured Earth.
They Came To Get Their Coats Mended and Their Buttons Sewed On.
The Entrance to the Old Wine Cellar in Mandres.
The Salvation Army Was Told that Ansauville Was Too Far Front for Any Women To Be Allowed To Go.
L'Hermitage, Nestled in the Heart of a Deep Woods.
They Had a Pie-baking Contest in Gondrecourt One Day.
A Letter of Inspiration from the Commander.
The Centuries-old Gray Cemetery in Treveray.
Colonel Barker Placing the Commander's Flowers on Lieutenant Quentin Roosevelt's Grave.
The Salvation Army Boy Who Drove the Famous Doughnut Truck.
Bullionville, Promptly Dubbed by the American Boy "Souptown".
Here They Found a Whole Little Village of German Dugouts.
The Girls Who Came Down to Help in the St. Mihiel Drive.
The Wrecked House in Neuvilly Where the Lassies Went to Sleep in the Cellar.
The Wrecked Church in Neuvilly Where the Memorable Meeting Was Held.
Right in the Midst of the Busy Hurrying Throng of Union Square.
Into the heavy shadows that swathe the feet of the tall buildings in West Fourteenth Street, New York, late in the evening there slipped a dark form. It was so carefully wrapped in a black cloak that it was difficult to tell among the other shadows whether it was man or woman, and immediately it became a part of the darkness that hovered close to the entrances along the way. It slid almost imperceptibly from shadow to shadow until it crouched flatly against the wall by the steps of an open door out of which streamed a wide band of light that flung itself across the pavement.