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Saint Joan is God's most beautiful creation and my personal patroness.

Should God and heaven hold a place for me,
If Joan isn't there nor will I be,
To share her place in hell would be heaven to me
There are no words, there never will be,
Her every tear has baptized me.

There is but one place on earth that I care to be,
One place on this earth, and when God calls me,
May my ashes be dispersed at the place I wished first,
Near the home of my Saint Joan in the town of Domremy.


Codi von Richthofen ©






During the First World War, countless soldiers adopted Joan of Arc as their patroness. Though not yet canonized, she too had been a soldier who fought where many of them were fighting and dying. Among other things, she is recognized as the patron saint of WWI, the Great War.

In 1920, two years after the war's conclusion, Joan of Arc was finally canonized by Pope Benedict XV, and for so many WWI servicemen and women she would remain inextricably linked with their experience. This is why I have a print of the main detail from the above 1918 poster by William Haskell Coffin framed and mounted --- As a homage to the artist, to all those who served during World War I, and to "The Great War Girl" herself, my Saint Joan.

Now, you may ask "is this really important?" Well, the last surviving veterans of World War I have now passed from this earth --- they won't be able to speak for themselves. No man or woman has the right to decide what aspects of the war are important and what aspects aren't. Only the veterans can decide that... and they DID... LONG AGO.

My name is Codi von Richthofen, and in addition to the Red Baron Gallery ©, I also host another Flickr website entitled Saint Joan of Arc Superstar © : www.flickr.com/photos/saintjoanofarcsuperstar/. You are most certainly invited.

Oh, and by the way, you may also wish to join my Flickr group, Flying Circus ---






"Johnny Has Gone for a Soldier" is an American Revolutionary War ballad. It's also known as "Buttermilk Hill."


Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill
Who would blame me cry my fill
And every tear could turn a mill
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

I'll sell my clock, I'll sell my reel,
Likewise I'll sell my spinning wheel,
To buy my love a sword of steel,
Johnny has gone for a soldier.

Me, Oh my, I love him so,
Broke my heart to see him go
And only time can heal my woe
Johnny has gone for a soldier.






Codi von Richthofen,
The Red Baron Gallery ©.



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