Where were the shouting hosts charged with valor, such as those who had driven forward at La Fère Champenoise, when Foch's army saved France?
Gone!
Where were the gallant fights to save the guns, when men met in open combat under the open sky?
Gone!
Where were the cavalry charges when squadrons with saber or with lance clashed in a deadly but glorious shock?
Gone!
Where were the armies that had fought hand to hand in the streets of Charleroi; that had snatched at and escaped from death alternately in the great retreat; that had hurled themselves at each other with equal fury in the attack or the defense of Paris; that had charged up the slopes of Le Grand Couronne and the bluffs of the Aisne with equal gallantry, and, dying, still had shaken their fists in the face of Slaughter?
Gone, all gone!
Aye, gone indeed, but where?