Allies Day, May 1917, Childe Hassam

From the Silence of Time, Time’s Silence borrow.
In the heart of To-day is the word of To-morrow.
The Builders of Joy are the Children of Sorrow.
William Sharp (1856-1902)

This verse and others are to be found at a page of poetry EL Core has assembled to commemorate Veterans Day.

Trenches on the Web is a useful place to start for an Internet history of the Great War, as is the Great War Society.

Photos from the Great War can be found here, and posters here. They don't make posters like this one anymore.

Wild Geese Today offers a salute to Ireland's Tommies, while the Fighting 69th and Father Duffy are recalled in photos here, and by General Douglas MacArthur here. Last, some parting words from a fallen poet of the 69th:

Prayer of a Soldier in France

My shoulders ache beneath my pack
(Lie easier, Cross, upon His back).

I march with feet that burn and smart
(Tread, Holy Feet, upon my heart).

Men shout at me who may not speak
(They scourged Thy back and smote Thy cheek).

I may not lift a hand to clear
My eyes of salty drops that sear.

(Then shall my fickle soul forget
Thy Agony of Bloody Sweat?)

My rifle hand is stiff and numb
(From Thy pierced palm red rivers come).

Lord, Thou didst suffer more for me
Than all the hosts of land and sea.

So let me render back again
This millionth of Thy gift. Amen.

Joyce Kilmer
1918