Excerpt from The American Legion Weekly, Vol. 8: April 9, 1926 Yes, the Old Man may have ruled us with a rod of iron, but I distinctly remember that he allowed no one else to interfere with his soldiery. It was a nice, sunshiny winter morning on the promenade at Nice when he came upon a pair of warriors from the Division being escorted toward the local bastile by the military police. No sooner had his flaming eye lit upon the divisional insignia than he crossed the street and halted the procession. The m.p.s saluted at once. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.