“Angels Have Been Here” from the memoirs of Margaret Thomas Marchant (1907-1989) *transcribed and lightly edited by Renee Thomas Hawkley, a niece “It was January of 1917. The North wind whistled over the Red Rock Valley. The snow lay crusty and glazed over its entirety. The world seemed to lie in silent terror, waiting. Waiting. 1Only the wind expressed openly its feeling of deep anxiety. War, fear, tanks, guns! Ours was a little town whose young boys had volunteered, boarded the local train mid tears and goodbyes, and found themselves homesick, frightened and alone in France. Tonight, the wind howled the grief of a frightened world. Victory for America tottered. But was there not yet the great ocean between us and our enemies? The pins on the big map behind the pot-bellied stove at the Thomas Mercantile had been arranged and rearranged. The town fathers had spoken sadly as their crusty hands had gently placed the pins in their new positions. “This is where our boy...