"Light enough now to watch the trees go by— a sleep like sickness in the rattling train. Men's bodies joggle on the opposite seat and tired greasy faces half awake stir restlessly and breathe a stagnant sigh. The stale air thickens on the grimy pane reeking of musty smoke and woolly feet. Versailles—a bridge of shadow on a lake dawn-blue and pale, the color of the sky. Paris at last!—and a great joy like pain in my heart. We scuffle down the corridor. "Lieutenant." "Sir." "In half an hour we meet at another station—your orders are to take these men by subway to the Gare du Nord.""
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"On to Paris" in This Man’s Army: A War in Fifty-Odd Sonnets (1928), p. 8
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John Allan Wyeth (poet)
John Allan Wyeth (October 24, 1894 – May 11, 1981) served as a lieutenant in the American Expeditionary Forces during World War I and subsequently became a war poet, composer, and painter. After the Armistice, Wyeth lived in Europe and became both a Post-Impressionist painter and a war poet. He was named for his father, the Confederate veteran and surgeon John Allan Wyeth.
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