Now It Can Be Told

that day was of a hostile influence against us in the First Army, which he commanded. He had drawn a line through his area beyond which we might not pass. He did not desire our presence among his t

which we now knew in some intimacy, whom we had seen in the front-line trenches and rest-camps and billets, hearing th

teris-his Chief of Intelligence, who was our chief, too-behind him at one

seated, g

rteris, who looked upon us as his special "cross." We had fought hard for liberty in mentionin

words which revealed a complete misunderstanding of our purpose and of our

psychology of nations in a war which was no longer a professional adventure, surprised him. We took occasion to point out to him that the British Empire, which had sent its men into this war, yearned to know what they were doing and how they were doing, and that their patience and loyalty depended upon closer knowledge of what was happening than was told them in the communiques issued by the Commander-in-Chief himself. We

mplaint against the censorship, and wrote all that was possible to write of the actions day by day, though I had to leave out something of the underlying horror of them all, in spite of my continual emphasis, by temperament and by conviction, on the tragedy of all this sacrifice of youth. The o

eived again by the Commander-in-Chief, and this time

d, "you have played

, because this was the end of the long journey-four-and-a-half years long, which had been filled with slaughter all the way, so that we were tired of its backwash of agony, which had overwhelmed our souls-mine, certainly. The Commander-in-Chief read out a speech to us, thanking us for our services, which, he said, had helped him to victory, because we had heartened the troops and the peopl