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Johns Hopkins physician remembered in ‘World War I New York’

World War I New York: A Guide to the City’s Enduring Ties to the Great War In 1917 one million soldiers, sailors, and Marines departed for France to fight in World War I from New York. The city was an […]

Doctors and nurses tend to injured doughboys at U.S. Army General Hospital No. 2 at Ft. McHenry in Baltimore, Maryland.

Johns Hopkins physician remembered in ‘World War I New York’

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World War I New York: A Guide to the City’s Enduring Ties to the Great War In 1917 one million soldiers, sailors, and Marines departed for France to fight in World War I from New York. The city was an […]

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