And after hours of solid exertion, straining nerves and muscles to the utmost, when peace came with night, Wilhelm began a tiring piece of work with sticks and brushwood, out of pity for a weary comrade.
On the strength of these first days before the enemy his position as a soldier was established.

A few harmless jokes were made on the march and in the camp on Wilhelm's anxiety as to the removal of mud on his clothes, and on the example he set in going out at night to save the dead and wounded enemy from plunder, but the whole company loved and admired the "Fraulein." The officers, however, did not entirely share this feeling.

This lieutenant was not smart enough.

They did full justice to his courage, but thought that he was wanting in alertness and initiative.

He lacked the proper campaigning spirit, and they found it chilling that he should be so distant in his manners after so long a time together.
Another said that Lieutenant Eynhardt went into action like a sleep-walker, and his calmness had something uncanny about it.