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- Author: Percy Keese Fitzhugh
- Publisher: Alpha Edition
- ISBN-10: 9352976088
- ISBN-13: 9789352976089
- Format: 14 x 21.6 x 0.8 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Swiftly and silently along the moonlit road sped the dispatch-rider. Out of the East he had come, where the battle line runs between blue mountains and the country is quiet and peaceful, and the boys in khaki long for action and think wistfully of Picardy and Flanders. He was a lucky young fellow, this dispatch-rider, and all the boys had told him so. "We'll miss you, Thatchy," they had said. And "Thatchy" had answered characteristically, "I'm sorry, too, kind of, in a way." His name was not Thatchy, but they had called him so because his thick shock of light hair, which persisted in falling down over his forehead and ears, had not a little the appearance of the thatched roofs on the French peasant's cottages. He, with a loquacious young companion, had blown into the Toul sector from no one seemed to know exactly where, more than that he had originally been a ship's boy, had been in a German prison camp, and had escaped through Alsace and reached the American forces after a perilous journey.
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- Author: Percy Keese Fitzhugh
- Publisher: Alpha Edition
- ISBN-10: 9352976088
- ISBN-13: 9789352976089
- Format: 14 x 21.6 x 0.8 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Swiftly and silently along the moonlit road sped the dispatch-rider. Out of the East he had come, where the battle line runs between blue mountains and the country is quiet and peaceful, and the boys in khaki long for action and think wistfully of Picardy and Flanders. He was a lucky young fellow, this dispatch-rider, and all the boys had told him so. "We'll miss you, Thatchy," they had said. And "Thatchy" had answered characteristically, "I'm sorry, too, kind of, in a way." His name was not Thatchy, but they had called him so because his thick shock of light hair, which persisted in falling down over his forehead and ears, had not a little the appearance of the thatched roofs on the French peasant's cottages. He, with a loquacious young companion, had blown into the Toul sector from no one seemed to know exactly where, more than that he had originally been a ship's boy, had been in a German prison camp, and had escaped through Alsace and reached the American forces after a perilous journey.
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