be.

The bugle sounds.

The Lieutenant--(Climbing up the ladder to the top of the
trench)--Follow me, men--

The Three Soldiers--(Climbing up after him)--Lafayette--we come, though
poppies bloom in Flanders field.

They go "over the top".

SCENE 3

A section of a Hun trench a minute later. Two Hun soldiers are
conversing together; another Hun is reading a copy of Nietzsche.

First Hun Soldier--And then we cut the hands off all the little
children--oh it was wonderful.

Second Hun Soldier--I wish I had been there.

A Hun Lieutenant rushes in.

The Hun Lieutenant--(Kicking the three men and brandishing his
revolver)--Swine--wake up--here come the Americans.

The three spring to their feet and seize their guns. At the top
of the trench appears the American lieutenant, closely followed by the
three soldiers.

The American Lieutenant--(Coolly)--We come to avenge the sinking of the
Lusitania.

The Hun Lieutenant--Hoch der Kaiser! Might is stronger than right!

He treacherously tries to shoot the American but the Professor's
Son disarms him with his bayonet. The three Hun soldiers offer a show of
resistance.

The Streetcleaner's Son--(To first Hun soldier)--Your hands are unclean
with the murder of innocent women and children.

First Hun Soldier--(Dropping his gun)--Kamerad!

The Pawnbroker's Son--(To the other Hun soldiers)--Prussianism has
destroyed the Germany of Bach and Beethoven and you fellows know it,
too.

Second and third Hun Soldiers--(Dropping their guns)--Kamerad!

The American Lieutenant--Men--you have kept the faith. I am proud of
you. Forward!

An explosion (not too loud to annoy the audience) is heard off
stage right.

The Professor's Son--(Sinking to the ground) Fellows, I'm afraid they've
got me.

The Streetcleaner's Son--What a shame!

The Lieutenant--Is there anything we can do to ease the pain?

The Professor's Son--(Weakening rapidly) No--go on, boys, carry
the--banner of--civilization's ideals--forward--without me--Tell mother
I'm glad--I did--my bit--for the freedom--of the world--fellows, the
only--thing--I regret--is that I won't--be able to be with you--when
you--go back--to enjoy the gratitude--of America--good-bye, fellows, may
you drink--to the full--the rewards of a grateful nation.

He dies. The others regretfully leave him behind as they push on after
the fleeing Huns.

The stage is slowly darkened--the noise of battle dies away.

Enter an Angel