SERGEANT JOYCE KILMER 165TH INFANTRY (69TH NEW YORK), A. E. F., FRANCE, MAY, 1918 ] We had hiked seventeen miles that stormy December day--the third of a four days’ journey. The snow was piled high on our packs, our rifles were crusted with ice, the leather of our hob-nailed boots was frozen stiff over our lamed feet. The weary lieutenant led us to the door of a little house in a side street.…
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