FRANCE "France, sunny France!" The tone carried concentrated bitterness and disgust.

"One cursed fraud after another in this war." "Cheer up!" said Barry.

"There's worse to come--perhaps better.

This rain is beastly, but the clouds will pass, and the sun will shine again, for in spite of the rain this IS 'sunny France.' There's a little homily for you," said Barry, "and for myself as well, for I assure you this combination of mal de mer and sleet makes one feel rotten." "Everything is rotten," grumbled Duff, gazing gloomily through the drizzling rain at the rugged outline of wharves that marked the Boulogne docks.
"Look at this," cried Duff, sweeping his hand toward the deck.

"You would think this stuff was shot out of the blower of a threshing machine--soldier's baggage, kits, quartermaster's stores--and this is a military organisation.