In the American Cemetery at Thiaucourt, France, stands a doughboy,
larger than life. Dressed in his summer tunic, bloused pants, and leggings, his thumbs in his belt, he looks out over the rows of white crosses. Strong, handsome, and resolute, he looks so young. The inscription, in French, above his head translates: HE SLEEPS FAR FROM HIS FAMILY IN THE GENTLE LAND OF FRANCE. On the pedestal, the motto continues in English: BLESSED ARE THEY THAT HAVE THE HOME LONGING FOR THEY SHALL GO HOME. Truly, truly they will.