My Year Of The War Including An Account Of Experiences With The Troops In France, And The Record Of A Visit To The Grand Fleet, Which Is Here Given For The First Time In Its Complete Form By Frederick Palmer (Accredited American Correspondent at the British Front) Contents To The Reader I. "Le Brave Belge!" II. Mons And Paris III. Paris Waits IV. On The Heels Of Von Kluck V. And Calais Waits VI. In Germany VII. How The Kaiser Leads VIII. In Belgium Under The Germans IX. Christmas In Belgium X. The Future Of Belgium XI. Winter In Lorraine XII. Smiles Among Ruins XIII. A Road Of War I Know XIV. Trenches In Winter XV. In Neuve Chapelle XVI. Nearer The Germans XVII. With The Guns XVIII. Archibald The Archer XIX. Trenches In Summer XX. A School In Bombing XXI. My Best Day At The Front XXII. More Best Day XXIII. Winning And Losing XXIV. The Maple Leaf Folk XXV. Many Pictures XXVI. Finding The Grand Fleet XXVII. On A Destroyer XXVIII. Ships That Have Fought XXIX. On The Inflexible XXX. On The Fleet Flagship XXXI. Simply Hard Work XXII. Hunting The Submarine XXXIII. The Fleet Puts To Sea XXIV. British Problems To the Reader In 'The Last Shot', which appeared only a few months before the Great War began, drawing from my experience in many wars, I attempted to describe the character of a conflict between two great European land-powers, such as France and Germany. "You were wrong in some ways," a friend writes to me, "but in other ways it is almost as if you had written a play and they were following your script and stage business." Wrong as to the duration of the struggle and its bitterness and the atrocious disregard of treaties and the laws of war by one side; right about the part which artillery would play; right in suggesting the stalemate of intrenchments when vast masses of troops occupied the length of a frontier. Had the Germans not gone through Belgium and attacked on the shorter line of the Franco-German boundary, the parallel of fact with that of prediction would have been more complete. As for the ideal of 'The Last Shot', we must await the outcome to see how far it shall be fulfilled by a lasting peace. Then my friend asks, "How does it make you feel?" Not as a prophet; only as an eager observer, who finds that imagination pales beside reality. If sometimes an incident seemed a page out of my novel, I was reminded how much better I might have done that page from life; and from life I am writing now. I have seen too much of the war and yet not enough to assume the pose of a military expert; which is easy when seated in a chair at home before maps and news dispatches, but becomes fantastic after one has lived at the front. One waits on more information before he forms conclusions about campaigns. He is certain only that the Marne was a decisive battle for civilization; that if England had not gone into the war the Germanic Powers would have won in three months.