Show ONE MUTE STORY OF THE WAR sunny nieuport on the a little city of among others wiped out of existence lies upon the the tidal sirvain that stopped tile german rush lor for calais writes wiiiiam townsend porter in the atlantic monthly that june before the world went mad tho the peaceful town drowsed in tile sun the t pearly belgian sun that painters love the men went down to the sea in their fishing boats or worked their ile fields ads old women their ince nee upon their knees sat ent in a patch of shade before the door tind and plied piled their bobbins children with r cirill sweet voices darted about like birds the creaking wain went to and fro piled high with the harvest four thousand simple folk I 1 not one remains their houses too are gone their ancient eli church their historic tower are mounds of ruin and still tho the hissing shells hour by hour day by day tear down tha crumbling walls adding fresh ruin to a scene mot most dacso late the people of the sun are gone an other raco race inhabits there they llva live in holes beneath tho the ground they como coma not forth except to kill |