The whole of Belleau Wood, as our view of a small part of it shows, looks as if it had been struck by a hurricane. And so it was, but the hurricane which tore this particular forest to pieces, smashing into kindling noble, century-old trees, tearing…
It was in this dense tangle of trees and underbrush, slashed by storms of machine gun and rifle bullets and uprooted by shells, that the gallant Marine Brigade, of the 2nd Division, fought for a month and earned immortal glory for its name. Here…