In a letter dated November 16, 1918, an Army Private First Class stationed near Verdun, France, wrote to his mother,
Dear Mother: By firelight on the fought-over ground of this stricken country I pause to rush word to you of my safety + well being. The last three weeks were terrible + of them I cannot write. Some indication of their meaning to us will be conveyed by the simple statement that we were on the march for 14 consecutive days + nights only peace coming as it did interrupting a final contact with the enemy, past whose dead and into whose shell fire we dragged our weary bleeding feet.
But, ah, it was peace!