It would interest all men to know how the now famous cry, "Stand Up, You Dead!" was first shouted forth. On April 8th, 1915, Adjutant Pericard, acting lieutenant of the 95th Regiment of Infantry, found himself in a perilous position. A trench having been taken the day before by the 1st and 3rd Batallions was the object of a violent counter-attack, the occupants were withdrawing, and the trench on the point of being taken by the enemy. Lieutenant Pericard was in reserve, but seeing how badly things were going called for volunteers, and with his little band rushed to arrest the enemy. He succeeded in retaking the trench, but feeling himself abandoned, he looked back and saw only dead and wounded, not another man on his feet. It was then he shouted his famous war-cry: "Stand Up, You Dead!" Dinard, November 1st, 1916. A RED CROSS HOSPITAL IN BRITTANY I Within the walls of this cool, tranquil place Lie wounded men from Northern battlefields; With shattered limb, with wan and pain-streaked faces. Safely they rest; they whom the Red Cross shields, The roar of gun, the shriek of bomb and shell, The shrapnel hissing through the awful din, Are silenced here. A nearby chapel bell Strikes the calm hours. Quietly within The restful rooms the men lift up their eyes, To that small crimson cross afloat in peaceful skies. II From rain-filled trench, from bare and blood-soaked ground, Where in low piles the dead and dying lie— (The mitrailleuse has swept each ridge and mound Where Frenchmen rushed to conquer or to die) They bring them to us—broken, crippled boys, White as the linen bands around the head. And some may live. To some life's hopes and joys Are growing dim—unto the glorious dead Their souls depart. Ah! God will speed them well. These gallant men who for their country fell. III From the White Alps up to the gray North Sea, Along the Somme and Meuse the Army holds; Calm in the certitude of Victory— They see her shining on their banner's folds. These injured boys have helped to do this deed. Their strength and youth were gladly offered here, That their dear land might once again be freed From the black curse of war, and grief, and fear. When Peace returns, let their great sacrifice Remain forever holy in our eyes. August, 1916. THE CASTLE OF COMBOURG [Illustration: Chateau of the Comte and Comtesse de Durfort, at Combourg]