In our country we greet friends with flowers, but we had been led to believe that Europe thinks little of such manners.

Yet the French threw flowers to us, the little children bringing arms full and baskets full.
Thenceforward, day after day, we rode at exercise, keeping ears and eyes open, and marveling at France.

No man complained, although our very bones ached to be on active service.

And no man spoke of Ranjoor Singh, who should have led D Squadron.

Yet I believe there was not one man in all D Squadron but thought of Ranjoor Singh all the time.