Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/345

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TO THE FRONT

March!" No turning like the spoke of a wheel. There was no spreading out all over the street. There was no left, left, left! The band had no time to finish The Girl I Left Behind Me. We raced off to war as if we were crazy to get there and the devil was behind us.