Les amis de France; . Six cents personnes ont été tuées dans mon entreprise depuis le début, Iont donc vu quelque chose de cette guerre. Maintenant, ma régimentis a mélangé avec deux autres, et nous avons tout à fait relooké quatre mille hommes. Comme nous l'avons dit, je me suis rendu compte que c'était une philosophie différente de celle du poilu ordinaire que j'ai hadwas porter. Certes, il aimait la France et lui faisait l'atwar, mais le soldat était son entreprise et le combat était sa vie. Rien d'autre n'a compté. Il avait depuis longtemps donné n'importe quelle pensée de sortir vivant, soles limites ordinaires de la vie et de la mort lui a notaffecté. Il voulait figues

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Friends of France; . Six hundred havebeen killed in my company since the beginning, so Ihave seen something of this war. Now my regimentis mixed up with two others, and altogether we makeabout four thousand men. As we talked, I realized that his was a differentphilosophy from that of the ordinary poilu that I hadbeen carrying. Certainly he loved France and was atwar for her; but soldiering was his business and fight-ing was his life. Nothing else counted. He had longsince given up any thought of coming out alive, sothe ordinary limitations of life and death did notaffect him. He wanted to fight and last as long aspossible to leave a famous name in his regiment, andto add as many citations as possible to the threemedals he had already gained. He was the only manI ever met who was really eager to get back to thetrenches, and he said to me with a smile when Istopped to let him off, Thanks for the lift, monvieux, but I hope you dont have to carry me back. Aiter that we rode north along the Meuse, through 94. LOADING THE AMBULANCE AN AMERICAN AMBULANCE AT VERDUN a beautiful country where the snow-covered hills, with their sky-lines of carefully pruned French trees, made me think of masterpieces of Japanese art. Inthe many little villages there was much excitementand activity with troops, artillery, and munitionsbeing rushed through to the front, and the consequentwild rumors of great attacks and victories. Curiouslyenough, there were few who thought of defeat. Theywere all sure, even when a retreat was reported, thatthe French were winning, and that spirit of confidencehad much to do with stopping the Germans. At about six in the evening we reached our destina-tion some forty miles northeast of Bar-le-Duc. Thelittle village where we stopped had been a railroadcentre until the day before, when the Germansstarted bombarding it. Now the town was evacuated, and the smoking station deserted. The place hadceased to exist, except for a hospital which was estab-lished on the southe

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