* * The poetry of Ruth T. Whittlesey * *

Every time a bullet flies,

Every time a soldier dies,

He can hear his Savior's cries-

Over there-

He can hear the old church bell

He may say that "all is well,"

But he knows that "War is Hell"

Anywhere.

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