Twenty-three gold star mothers, with large placards on their bus telling who they were, drew up at a St. Mihiel battle graveyard last week. As the ladies stepped out they were surprised to find eleven gentlemen standing at stiff military attention by the side of the road. Nothing had been said about an official welcome at the cemetery. Pleased nevertheless, the mothers smiled, nodded, beamed. The eleven gentlemen remained stern and straight for a moment, then removed their hats, bowed stiffly from the waist, entered automobiles, drove quickly away.
As surprised as...
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