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Mr. President: “Good afternoon, gentlemen. You may not know one another—or me, as a matter of fact—but please do not be alarmed. I am the president of the United States. You may not know what...

He awoke out of deep slumber only to feel shafts of pain searing his nerves. Laying on a canvas stretcher, the sullen crash of artillery beat a cadence in the back of his mind. Towering above...

THE GREAT WAR, 1916 The Christmas snow this year would be red, because wars could not stop for the holidays. Every day there would be more fighting, and the mingled blood of Germans and...