John Bowe, Soldiers of the Legion, Trench-Etched
“ Here, the poilu sent the German lambs to glory as fast as their Crown Prince could lead them to the slaughter.With face of leather, his forehead a mass of wrinkles, which hurt neither the face nor his feelings—a man as careless of dress as the French poilu, naturally, doesn’t care whether his clothes fit him or not,—he goes his fine, proud way. His once happy countenance, now saddened by suffering, will yet light up in appreciation. A little kindness makes him eloquent. Strong in the righteousness of his cause, he does not bow his head in sorrow, or bend in weakness. ”
