Three times it came, and from a position so close to mine that, when I swung about, I found myself breath to breath with the voice that had lifted it. The man was young and tall; his right arm was bound against his chest; his face was deeply scarred; and he was in the uniform of the French Flying Corps. As he flung up his unmaimed hand and cried, "Vive la France! Vive la France!" he was the incarnation of the chivalry of war. The mighty Joffre leaned forward, gazed intently, replaced his cap, and then, as warrior to warrior, saluted. It was a flash, an eternal moment that remains with you and in you and of you. From the souls of the two, the tender, iron hero of the Marne and the young American who had crossed the sea to help pay the debt a young Frenchman left us nearly a hundred and fifty years ago, I caught the gleam of brotherhood that will not die while a grateful Democracy remembers Lafayette and free men bear wreaths to the tomb of Washington. Transcriber's Notes Obvious punctuation errors repaired. p. 40, 180: The text of these letters in the illustrations are transcribed. The images of the messages are also provided in HTML and other non-text formats. Caption of the illustration following p. 62: COFEE -> COFFEE. p. 180: United States of Ameria -> United States of America. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Huts in Hell, by Daniel A. Poling