Not even trees were destroyed, because there were no trees.

In the district over which the armies passed there were not enough trees to supply the men with fire-wood.

In Manchuria, with the Japanese, we marched for miles without seeing even a mud village, and the approaches to Port Arthur were as desolate as our Black Hills.

The Italian-Turkish War was fought in the sands of a desert, and in the Balkan War few had heard of the cities bombarded until they read they were in flames.

But this war is being waged in that part of the world best known to the rest of the world.
Every summer hundreds of thousands of Americans, on business or on pleasure bent, travelled to the places that now daily are being taken or retaken or are in ruins.