“The sound of the airplanes is in the key of war. The thunder of the truck trains, the sputter of the motorcycles, the music of the bugles, and even the howling of the dogs are parts of the symphony of… — Clair Kenamore Copy Share Image
“A halt was called, and the men threw themselves prostrate on the road without loosening their packs. At that moment, the outfit badly needed a 'pick-me-up,' and it came. 'Listen!' said the sergeant. Through the cloud and the mournful wind… — Clair Kenamore Copy Share Image
“The sound of the airplanes is in the key of war. The thunder of the truck trains, the sputter of the motorcycles, the music… — Clair Kenamore Copy Share Image
“A halt was called, and the men threw themselves prostrate on the road without loosening their packs. At that moment, the outfit badly needed… — Clair Kenamore Copy Share Image
