I must say I took a fancy to the Turkish fighting man: I remembered the testimonial our fellows gave him as a clean fighter, and I felt very bitter that Germany should have lugged him into this dirty business.
They halted for a meal, and we stopped, too, and lunched off some brown bread and dried figs and a flask of very sour wine.

I had a few words with one of the officers who spoke a little German.

He told me they were marching straight for Russia, since there had been a great Turkish victory in the Caucasus.

'We have beaten the French and the British, and now it is Russia's turn,' he said stolidly, as if repeating a lesson.

But he added that he was mortally sick of war.
In the afternoon we cleared the column and had an open road for some hours.