I never felt such a sense of loss in my life. It seemed as though the sun had gone out of the day.
"I cannot bear it," Angele whispered, so I took her away.
We spent the few remaining days of my leave planning our life after the war. She will not marry me until then. She and Louis are coming to the States to live and we three are to be as happy as the days are long. We will be, too. I know it.
I have been across seven times since and I have seen her four of those times in the past year. If there is any man on earth who wants this war to end it is I—and the reason is a certain flower-like girl in France. Good Lord! you don't know what waiting for her means!
We've got to finish those Germans quickly and thoroughly so that Louis and Angele and I can set sail for America. If that is not a reason for ending this war, find me a better one!
THE END
WHERE THE SOULS
OF MEN ARE
CALLING
The first big love story to come out of the war zone—founded on fact more strange, more powerful than fiction.