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Burris A. Jenkins served in the double capacity of a war correspondent and a lecturer in the Y.M.C.A, he was sent to the European War in 1916/17. He travelled through many of the camps and rear-zones of the First World War, noting down anecdotes and sketches of the soldiers that he met; from the dashing French Chasseurs, to the stolid but humorous Tommies. He wrote of his experiences among the soldiers and the sights of the warzones on his return to the United States, part of the campaign to publicize the Allies sacrifices and gain support for the American entry into the War. Author — Jenkins, Burris A., 1869-1945.Text taken, whole and complete, from the edition published in New York, F.H. Revell Co., 1917Original Page Count – 256 pages

“Air Combat over the trenches by those who foughtThe first-hand accounts of the experiences of men in time of war always make fascinating reading. Their stories are, of course, always as varied as the individuals concerned and the eras to which they belonged, whether they were soldiers, sailors or airmen, the branch of their service, their nationalities, the conflict in which they were participants and in which theatre they fought. This is what makes military history so fascinating. Sometimes many men report a common experience that abided for decades. Occasionally we hear, across time, the voices of a few notable men who fought their own war in their own special way and once their time had past history would never know their like again. That is especially true of the pilots of the First World war. The machinery of flight was a new technology. The aircraft were raw, basic, flimsy and unproven machines and both they and the brave men who piloted them were fighting their first conflict while learning and evolving their skills and equipment, quite literally, as they fought and died. The dogfight days of the early biplanes, triplanes and early mono winged fighters would be short, but their images together with those of the iconic airships which they ultimately destroyed will remain indelibly imprinted on the history of conflict and the development of man’s mastery of the air. Heroes to a man, these trailblazers were almost always young, carefree, well-educated and modest young men full of the joy of living and commitment to their aircraft and to flying.”-Leonaur Print VersionAuthor — Spin [Pseud.]Text taken, whole and complete, from the edition published in London, New York [etc.] Hodder and Stoughton 1918Original Page Count – 218 pages.

It was the celebrated Canadian physician and poet Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae that wrote the famous lines “In Flanders fields the poppies blow" as an opening to his famous poem ‘In Flanders Fields’. His countrymen had shed their blood copiously in fighting the Germans on the Western Front and earned an outstanding reputation as fighting troops. Despite perhaps lacking a bit of ‘spit and polish’, they would be exchanged by no Allied commander for other troops.His compatriot George Gibson wrote ‘Maple Leaves in Flanders Fields’ as a lasting testament of the achievements and character of his fellow Canadian soldiers. His book is not a bold statement of the engagements, battles and victories that the Canadians were involved in, but rather the story of the Canadians by a Canadian with a humorous tone and self-effacing modesty. Although there are many battle scenes depicted with great skill and vividness, it is perhaps the moments of quiet that display the character of the Canadian troops most; for example, an exchange at a hand-over of the line:Sentry. “Halt! Who goes there?”Answer. “First Grenadiers.”Sentry. “Pass, first Grenadiers; all’s well.” Sentry. “Halt! Who goes there?”Answer. “What the Hell is that to you?” Sentry. “Pass, Canadians; all’s well.”A fine testament to the achievements and noble sacrifice of the Canadian Corps on the Western Front.Author — Gibson, George Herbert Rae, 1881-1932Introduction —Admiral Sir Albert Hastings Markham, K.C.B. (11 November 1841 – 28 October 1918)Text taken, whole and complete, from the edition published in New York, Dutton, 1916.Original Page Count – xi and 268 pages.

Illustrated with 45 pictures and vignettes many in colour.Herbert Ward was a patriotic and passionate Englishman at an unfortunate juncture in his life during the First World War, he was over 40 and would not be allowed to enlist in the British Army for service in the fields of Flanders under ordinary circumstances. However this was a minor issue when the Kaiser’s German hordes advanced to within artillery range of his home in France; he at once gave over his large estate to the Red Cross and argued and created so much fuss that he was finally allowed to join the famous No. 3 Convoy of the British Ambulance Committee. He worked with at a furious rate and his work with the units, which was attached to the French army at the time, surely saved many lives of the “Poilus” that he so admired. Despite the huge burdens that work placed him under he set about recording the admirable bravery and courage of the Allied French soldiers fighting the common German foe.

The job of a sapper in war-time is never a sinecure, much less in the conditions of the First World War. This anonymous New Zealand author gives a full and frank account of the fighting with the “Anzac” forces in Gallipoli. The sapper enlisted during the early months of the war and by December 1914 was off to the Middle East. After much training and many adventures in and around Cairo, the sapper was posted to the Anzac forces at Gallipoli, where his sojourn in the crucible of fire, suffering and death would last for two months before being invalided home. Written from his diary notes of the time, the action is recounted with immediacy, verve and wit.An essential addition to anyone wanting to read about the Gallipoli campaign.Author – Anon.Text taken, whole and complete, from the edition published in London, W. Heinemann, 1916.Original Page Count – 210 pages.

Laurel Crowe was only 13 when a brutal tragedy changed her life forever. In the blink of an eye, she lost her best friend, Ramsey, and discovered her genetic curse: she was a Guardian, plagued by extraordinary powers— powers that left her in a self-imposed isolation. Laurel has spent the past four years trying to tame her abilities and forget the past that haunts her. But when Ramsey suddenly appears back in Emery Cove, it all comes rushing back. He lost everything that day— and it was her fault. There’s something different about Ramsey, a new darkness to his nature. He’s no longer the sweet, lighthearted boy she remembered. And when someone starts targeting Laurel, all signs point back to him. Is her one true love back for revenge? Or even worse…is he back for something she can never give him...her heart?

“THESE letters from my son, I gathered for publication just as they came, with the full joy and pride I had in receiving them, hoping to give to other boys something of his fine courage and spirit --- to other mothers comfort and hope, and to all readers the vivid, beautiful sketches of France, of War, of Idealism as he, "Poet of the Airs," has given me.Jack Wright, the author of these letters is an American boy of eighteen years, born in New York City. When a small child he was taken to France, where he remained until the outbreak of the war.He was educated entirely in French schools; his playmates were the children of the artists and poets of France. French was his language. This will explain his unique literary expression, the curious blend of French and English which, even to the formation of words, I have left entirely as he writes them, feeling therein a special charm.This will explain also his great love for France, the home of his childhood.Although but eighteen years old when he left to make the supreme sacrifice as one of the first American Volunteers, he had graduated with special honors from l’École Alsacienne at Paris and Andover in America, and entered Harvard University.Although only nine months in the war, he had won his commission as First Lieutenant Pilot-Aviator of the American Aviation.While joyously compiling these letters (having even confided my plan to him) the official telegram came that announced his last flight, January 24, 1918.

Captain Crouch had served in the Territorial Army for some years before the cataclysmic struggle in Europe began in 1914. Unlike all the other belligerent parties, Britain did not, and still does not, have standing military conscription; the Regular Army of full-time highly trained volunteers provide the first line soldiers. Bolstering the first line soldiers were the part-time volunteers of the Territorial Army, providing additional manpower and more limited service. However, during both World Wars the men of the Territorial Army were in dire necessity of the time pressed forward into the line as fighting divisions, the men eager to bring the fight to the enemy.Our Author’s war time service in the Oxford and Buckinghamshire Light Infantry started the moment that war broke out, from August 1914 to March 1915; he and his men trained to reach a peak of efficiency. This moment could not come too soon: the first seven divisions of the Regular Army that had formed the initial expeditionary forces had ceased to exist in the face of overwhelming number of the enemy. The Territorials and other Reserve forces from all over the British empire rushed to France and were plunged into the thick of the fighting amongst the trenches.Captain Crouch’s letters form an unbroken stream between the mobilization, and are in equal part illuminating and evocative of the life of a young man who fell in service to his country. Although place-names were omitted from his letters due to censorship of the time , he was interred at Pozières British Cemetery, Ovillers-La Boisselle, meaning that he probably fell in this area during the battle of the Somme.An engaging read.Author — Captain Lionel William Crouch (1886-1916)Text taken, whole and complete, from the edition published for private circulation 1917.Original Page Count – 158 pages.

Mildred Aldrich was born in Providence, Rhode Island, in 1853. After graduating from Everett High School in 1872, she taught elementary school in Boston, Massachusetts.Aldrich began her career as a journalist with the Boston Home Journal and later contributed to Arena and the Boston Herald. For a short period in 1892, she also edited the magazine, The Mahogany Tree.In 1898, Aldrich moved to France and while living in Paris became a close friend of Gertrude Stein. Aldrich worked as a foreign correspondent and newspaper critic until retiring to Huiry, a village on the outskirts of Paris. She wrote to Stein in June 1914: "It will be the bloodiest affair the world has ever seen - a war in the air, under the sea as well as on it, and carried out with the most effective man-slaughtering machines ever used in battle."During the First World War, Aldrich wrote A Hilltop on the Marne (1915), a book based on her journal entries (3rd June - 8th September 1914) and on letters she wrote to Gertrude Stein. The book sold well in the United States and she followed it with On the Edge of the War Zone (1917), The Peak of the Load (1918) and When Johnny Comes Marching Home (1919).The French government believed that Aldrich's work helped persuade the US government to declare war on Germany and in 1922 was awarded the Legion of Honour.Mildred Aldrich died in Huiry, France, on 19th February, 1928.Text taken, whole and complete, from the edition published in London: Constable, 1919.Original Page Count – 245 pages.