Behind the artillery, the gunshots, the fire, the gas, the trenches, behind the horrors of the War to End All Wars, there was light, hope and peace. My name is Charles Whittlesey. I served in what many people call, 'The Lost Battalion' I am one of the rescued. The rescued of friendly fire artillery bombing. Though it was no man that rescued me. No such man on Earth would be able for the task. Hence what saved me along with over 200 Americans, was a pigeon. A pigeon by the name of Cher Ami. Cher Ami was a creation of God Himself. No such earthly creature could accomplish what Cher Ami had no matter the reward. The Argonne Offensive of 1918 spelt certain doom for us all. Little did we know the miracles that Cher Ami could perform. I was after serving in this war for two years. Over time I've been promoted to Major. I thought I saw it all. But nothing was ever worse than watching the Hun charging through the forest. With their pill boxes and machine guns. We were confident that we would defeat them. Midway through the battle we thought we would all be killed by the Germans. If it weren't for the works of Cher Ami, what we thought would become reality. The Germans would have won the war and the Iron Cross would be flying as our flags. Again, my name is Major Charles Whittlesey. And this is my story.