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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

The experiences of
the past three days, which they had shared, seemed to have established
between them a sense of mutual confidence and comradeship such as in
ordinary circumstances would have demanded years of companionship to
effect. This sense of sympathy and of perfect understanding on the part
of the girl at his side, together with the fascinating charm of her
beauty, and her sweetness, was to Barry's stricken heart like a healing
balm to an aching wound.
They were in sight of Etaples before Barry imagined they could have made
more than half the journey.
"Etaples, so soon! It cannot be!"
"But it is," said the girl, throwing a bright smile at him, "and that's
the hospital, on the hill yonder, where the flag is flying."
"Why," exclaimed Barry, "that's the American flag! What's the American
flag doing there?"
"It's flying over an American hospital," said the V. A. D. "I think it's
such a beautiful flag. In the breeze, it seems to me the most beautiful
of all the flags. The stripes seem to flow out from the stars.


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