Praise and Song
Before leaving Belgium we arranged with a priest to have masses said for the souls of our dead chums, and we scraped together what odd money we had, but his reverence wouldn’t hear of taking our money for prayers for the relief of the brave lads who had died so far from the Old Land to rid Belgian soil of the unmannerly German scrubs. When we got here we sang “Paddies Evermore,” and then we were off to chapel to pray for the souls of the lads that are gone: Private McGlade
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Just found your site. Very intriguing and interesting. As a military historian myself, I find the stories and memoirs of veterans of past wars helpful in providing perspective on the world today.
Walt Shiel
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Comment by Walt Shiel — May 27, 2007 @ 5:14 am