That brilliant year, the one that stood as a moment to remember for eternity
One to be marked by man and beast as the time when men stood up against tyranny
It came to called on the calendar 1918.
Some time before a man of renown in North Carolina propped himself up outside the door of a Gunnery Sergeant of the United States Marine Corps. He signed his papers, slashing his name, just as he had done his crops the season before, then he hurried home.
His wife held him tight, his children clung to his legs, and he shouldered his bags and marched back to town.
“I will not be long, France has called, and this war is nothing that will stand in the way of Ulysses Brown.” He left them standing on the platform as he boarded the train, agony bore down upon him and his kin, he did not look for he wanted them to believe he was brave, bold, and would return home again.
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