So Youth laughed and wept and lived its heedless hour, while over the world hung a cloud which spread and spread until its shadow fell in some degree on every living person.
Luck or no luck, when your time comes, you're going to get it!
A decoration meant leave – and leave, with nerves strained to the breaking point by week on week of unceasing warfare in the skies, meant only one thing – Paris.
Paris in war-time... the capital of the world's gayety crowded with soldiers of all races – on furlough from Death... trying to forget...
If you would catch the fly, do you set the vinegar? No, ma chérie! But the sugar, yes!
Life marched at double-quick in those feverish days of '17. Drums beat... bugles called... everywhere feet were hurrying, lips were pressed to lips in parting...
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