This thought occurred to me while surveying the tumbled-down cathedral and ministered town hall and the limitless field of desolation and devastation lying all around them at every turning: Why not keep it just as it is today, a pile of glorious ruins, as a world museum of German savagery? Why not leave it, stricken, battered and maimed in its every structural limb, just as we saw it this day three years after, for the admonition, horror and instruction of a universe which has rushed to arms for the overthrow of liberty's foe? There will be vast libraries of documentary evidence of the Huns' atrocities to educate and terrify posterity. But what are books and descriptions and documentary proofs compared to such an ocular demonstration as threatened to loose the tear-ducts of five prosaic American observers today?

I was born and raised in an Indiana town very much like dozens of French towns which have been crushed beneath the merciless heel of the German army. There are Illinois and Iowa and Michigan and Wisconsin towns just like them, too. I thought of those towns this afternoon. I said to myself that if Essen's 17-inch murder guns could ever be planted within range of our own smiling Western communities, the kaiser and his Germans would splinter them as gladly, as ruthlessly, as completely, as they have demolished this beautiful town. Pershing's men are here to help save France. But with every blow they strike to that noble end they are striking to save our own Arrases, Ba paumes and Peronnes from the fate which has overtaken France's La.  Portes, Rockfords, Kenoshas, Davenports and Battle Creeks.
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Struggle of Child Life in the War Arena. 