The Soul of the War

orces. It was crowded with French soldiers, and they were soon telling

ging simplicity with which they assured me that the Germans would soon be caught in a death-trap and sent to their destruction, filled me with an admiration which I cannot express in words. All the odds were against them; they had fought t

is brown unwashed hands and the blond unkempt beard which disguised fine features and

aid. "You see, I have be

s in polished prose. One passage in it seemed to me almost incredible; the lines which tell of a German aviator who took a tiny child with him on his mission of death. But a man like this, whose steel-blue eyes looked

rning for a point twelve kilometres behind, at Montescourt-Lezeroulles, in order to mine a b

nalled and station of

shed to go away. It was a very sad spectacle, all the wom

tation of Essigny-le-Grand and at Montesco

Sleep there, and set out on after

s. We pass Montescourt, and arrive Jussy, where the bridge of the canal being blown up, we hold up Germans momentar

t is pitiable to see the miserable people

vening. All along the line were scattered the poor people. We have twelve on our waggon,

ore clearly the sound of the cannon. After the news this morning I writ

e the German aeroplane, which fell in the English lines. The officer in charge with i

with the English troops

eadquarte

because the English troops retire, and we evacuate Longu