And They Thought We Wouldnt Fight by Floyd Gibbons1918. Gibbons was a newspaper reporter, primarily for the Chicago Tribune. A well-known war correspondent, he was the first American to report on the Soviet famine of 1921. From the Foreword: Marshal Foch, the commander of eleven million bayonets, has written that no man is more qualified than Gibbons to tell the true story of the Western Front. General Pershing, Commander-in-Chief of the American Expeditionary Forces, has said that it was Gibbons great opportunity to give the people in America a life-like picture of the work of the American soldier in France. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.
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