as were not mown down, lost courage at the astounding impetus of the dash, and scrambled and ran from their trench. They took it--our boys took that trench--this old ditch. But then the big German guns opened a fire like hail and a machine gun at the end--down there it must have been--enfiladed the trench, and every man in it was killed. But the charge ended the war. Other Americans, mad with the glory of it, poured in a sea after their comrades and held the trench, and poured on and on, and wiped out that day the Prussian Guard. The German morale was broken from then; within four months the war was over. _She_. (_Turns and hides her face on his shoulder and shakes with sobs_.) I'm not--crying for sorrow--for them. I'm crying--for the glory of it. Because--I'm so proud and glad--that it's too much for me. To belong to such a nation--to such men. I'm crying for knowing, it was my nation--my men. And America is--the same today. I know it. If she needed you today, Ted, you would fight like that. You would go over the top with the charging Blank_th_, with a shout, if the order came--wouldn't you, my own man? _He_. (_Looking into the old ditch with his head bent reverently_.) I hope so. _She_. And I hope I would send you with all my heart. Death like that is more than life. _He_. I've made you cry. _She_. Not you. What they did--those boys. _He_. It's fitting that Americans should come here, as they do come, as to a Mecca, a holy place. For it was here that America was saved. That's what they did, the boys who made that charge. They saved America from the most savage and barbarous enemy of all time. As sure as France and England were at the end of their rope--and they were--so surely Germany, the victor, would have invaded America, and Belgium would have happened in our country. A hundred years wouldn't have been enough to free us again, if that had happened. You and I, dearest, owe it to those soldiers that we are here together, free, prosperous citizens of an ever greater country. _She_. (_Drops on her knees by the ditch_.) It's a shrine. Men of my land, I own my debt. I thank you for all I have and am. God bless you in your heaven. (_Silence_.) _He_. (_Tears in his eyes. His arm around her neck as he bends to her_.) You'll not forget the story of the Charging Blank_th_? _She_. Never again. In my life. (_Rising_.) I think their spirits must be here often. Perhaps they're happy when Americans are here. It's a holy place, as you said. Come away now. I love to leave it in sunshine and flowers with the dear ghosts of the boys. (_Exit He and She_.)