King George and the Prince of Wales visit the battleship in New York. In the background, British patrols leave for the North Sea, on the quarter-deck of the flagship. Left to right, Admiral Beattie, Admiral Rodman, the King. Admiral Syms and the Prince of Wales will have these young recruits march into transports, thousands of them and millions more to follow. The German liner Fatherland is seized in a dex jam with cocky-clad warriors bound for the battle wheels of France. The first wave of a mag, afters in vote, calling out millions of men. Here, if President Wilson draws the first number, his President Marshal draws the second. There are five million names before it is finished, and from the Atlantic Seaboard, America's second wave starts for Europe. Forts now Kamutlarch, there's a protection against submarines, depart loaded to the gunner with fresh manpower. Naval cruisers and destroyers will escort the troop ships. There are Red Cross Nasses, YMCA Weckers, and below decks there is Chow, for those who wish or feel like it. Gun crews stand by, ready for action. The torpedo is sighted heading for transport. Deck guns on swift destroyers go into action. Charters are released, and why guns especially constructed for anti-submarine warfare throw charges of TNT far to each side. Both commander has missed his order, and the troop ships continue their long haul across the stormy Atlantic. In 1817, the first American troops we Germans did not believe it possible. Perkins have arrived. They cheer as only the fidet to Lafayette. French are wild with joy, but last French can cheer. Flowers are thrown beneath their feet. In London, for the first time in history, American soldiers march through the streets of the British capital. Ambassador Walter Hines Page and Admiral Sims look down, filled with crying. The two English-speaking nations are united. At Buckingham Palace, they are received by the king, his mother, and Lord French. Who holds it holds the Russian people. Tsar Nicholas II holds it in 1917, and these are the last pictures of this unhappy man and his family. Beside him is little Alexis, his son and heir. Behind him are his four daughters, grand duchesses, and in the background is wife, the Tsarina. They are reviewing a Cossack regiment drawn up within the palace grounds for the last time, an incurable disease, but his sufferings will soon end. The Tsar army fights on. These Cossacks have marched thousands of miles across snow-clad plains. They boast the greatest endurance of any soldiers. They will die by the plowsons in the frozen trenches of Russia. Colleges behind the lines, people are starving. There is talk of revolution.  Let the front troops begin to mutiny. The army stops fighting.  In Moscow, Kerensky heads a new government. It endures six months. And then come the ten days that shake the world. The masses take charge of their destiny. With rifles, bayonets, machine guns, the Bolshevik seize power. Parades are held. These banners say, join the Bolshevists. The new era is here. Moddies of nameless heroes are given little parades. 300-year-old Romanov dynasty ends. An empire is trampled down. Trotsky harangs the troops. Later, he is bashed and the Red Army is born. It is drawn up in Moscow's Red Square. Its commander, Trotsky, takes the salute. And her great famine spreads throughout Russia. The American Red Cross feeds millions and still millions die. In Moscow, the Kremlin is covered with snow. And behind its walls is Lenin, who heads the new order. His wife foresaw this great revolution. She will be called Lenin, the seer, the incorruptible prophet, the father of Bolshevism. Back in Trotsky, the Prince of Wales is awaiting his mother. Queen Mary of England visits the front for the first time. She's accompanied by the king. At British headquarters, King Albert and Queen Elizabeth of the Belgians meet them. It's nearby. King George decorates heroes. The bravest of these are the Belgians. The little Belgian princess, Marie-Euse, will marry the Italian crown prince. The slender lad will rule Belgium. King George and Sir Douglas Hague meet the President of France, Marshal Joep and General Fush to confer. Nom appétit, il est là, je suis Joep. Monsieur le Président, merci beaucoup, c'est très gentil. These great men will discuss unity of command to the ally. The first time is informal before a camp.