Word: flats
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Dates: during 1910-1919
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...dozen machine guns at Camp Hancock, or to ask a man returning to college from France to profit by simulated battles with simulated. Huns at Fresh Pond, or to continue the training of a score or so of j. g.'s by making them paddle a converted flat boat up the Charles? Of the 2,000 odd men who will today pay their thirty-three dollars and thirty-four cents to the Bursar there will be a large number who have learned twice over in the service what they could be taught in an R. O. T. C. during...
...went through J--the other day--and D--. Both towns were very heavily bombarded, both by the Germans, the French, and Americans--whole blocks, of houses are laid flat, with no stone on top of another--unless perchance the under stone may sometimes be above. And in those towns, in shells of houses, windows and often whole walls missing, roofs gone or rent and torn, the civilians were coming back. I saw stores being reopened, houses being set up, debris cleared away. I saw a meat market starting again, the people passing in and out through a hole...
...dead were literally piled one on the other. None of them have been buried, and the ground is just scalded by shell fire. I saw one Boche holding on to the trigger of a machine gun, while three yards ahead of him was a dead Frenchman who had fallen flat on his face. He, no doubt, had been killed by this machine gun, and a little later someone had killed this Boche. I hope that they will leave these Boches lying there for a year. It is terrible for the people who have to look at them, but these beasts...
...down I went. I thought it was a 77 which had gone on through, and I waited for it to explode. As nothing happened I felt of my poor old dome and, finding it still attached to me, I stood up. Instantly I was in the road again, flat on my nose. A shell had gone off just behind me, I learned later. I was unhurt save for a little scratch on my head and a great roaring in my ears and a great craziness in my head. So they sent me back along the endless chain of hospitals--this...
...Symphony in E flat major, Mozart Concerto No. 2 in F minor, for piano-forte and orchestra, Chopin Symphonic Poem, "Villon," Wallace