In the battlefields of France there are thousands of American graves;
graves of our best and bravest; sacred places to which we shall make
pilgrimage in the years to come and over which we shall stand with tears
on our faces and with pride in our hearts. Our heads will be bared
because the ground is consecrated; the last resting place of heroes who
gave their young and beautiful lives for their country’s cause.
Dinsmore Ely was one who gave. His was the Great, the Supreme Sacrifice.
Never was Crusader of old inspired by higher and holier motives. In his
letters home, which we have the privilege of giving to the public, there
is revealed a knightly soul: the soul of a Bayard “without fear and
without reproach.”
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