CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
|---|---|---|
| Preface | [9] | |
| I | Leave Home—Base Hospital No. 11—Camp Dodge | [13] |
| II | Camp Mills—St. Stephen's, New York—Enter Army | [21] |
| III | Camp Merritt—Leviathan—At Sea | [36] |
| IV | Brest—Ancey-le-Franc | [46] |
| V | In Billets—Departure for Front | [56] |
| VI | Puvinelle Sector—Bois le Pretre—Vieville en Haye | [83] |
| VII | The Greater Love | [97] |
| VIII | Thiacourt—Aerial Daring | [104] |
| IX | Rembercourt | [122] |
| X | Armistice Day—Gorz | [141] |
| XI | Domremy—Home | [148] |
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
| PAGE | |
|---|---|
| Chaplain McCarthy (Before the Attack at Rembercourt) | [Frontispiece] |
| United States Unit No. 2—Blessing of Unit's Colors at St. Stephen's | [18] |
| Sisters of Unit No. 2—The Only Sisters of the A. E. F. | [26] |
| Seventh Division Troops Boarding Leviathan at Hoboken | [34] |
| In Rue de Belgrade—Lull Before Battle | [42] |
| Taps and Farewell Volleys for Our Heroic Dead | [50] |
| The Battle Swept Roadside Was Sanctuary and Choir | [66] |
| The Men Behind Our Mess at Bouillonville | [74] |
| Our Dugouts Afforded Shelter and Habitation | [82] |
| Thiacourt Under Shell-Fire | [90] |
| Doctor Lugar and Aids Working in a Gas Attack Near Jolney | [98] |
| The Wounded Were Carried to the Nearest Shelter | [114] |
| St. Joan of Arc | [122] |
| Where St. Joan of Arc Made Her First Communion | [130] |
| In the Church at Domremy | [138] |
| "Greater Love Than This No Man Has" | [146] |
PREFACE
To him who will but observe the genesis and development of moral qualities, whether in the individual Man or in the collective State, there finally comes, with compelling force, the conviction—God is in His world and has care of it! Out of the slime of things mundane, out of the very clay of Life's daily round of laughter and tears, loving and hating, striving and failing, living and dying—the romance of Peace, the Tragedy of War—God is still creating men and nations and vivifying them with souls Immortal. Providence but looks upon the water of the commonplace, and behold! it becomes wine of Cana!
The recent world war, hallowed by the very purity of motive and intention with which our American Manhood took up its burden, led us nationally unto those heights of moral perspective and spiritual vision known only to him who toils upon the hill of Sacrifice. No Spartan of Athenian fields, no Regulus of Rome or Nathan Hale, was nobler, higher motived or less afraid than our own heroic American Doughboy!
Into the shaping and formation of his moral character many forces entered; and, not least of these, the Military Chaplain. This man—and every sect and denomination generously gave him—was pre-eminently God-fearing, thoroughly patriotic, unselfishly charitable, untiringly zealous, and whole of soul devoted to duty.
Mine was the privileged and sacred duty, as Vicar General of the Fourteen States comprising the Great Lakes Vicariate, of knowing intimately and directing the splendid work of these heroic soldiers of the Cross. The inspiration I drew, both from these priests and from contact with their work and written reports, whether in cantonments, camps, hospitals, transports, battleships, or on the flaming front of the battlefields, I shall ever treasure and recount with pride.