We shall burn Liege and kill all who are suspected of being in league against our troops.
Assuredly many innocent ones will suffer then with the guilty; but what else can we do?
We are living above a seething volcano." Certainly, though, never did volcano seethe more quietly.
The garrison commander would not hear of our visiting any of the wrecked Belgian fortresses on the wooded heights behind the city.

As a reason for his refusal he said that explosives in the buried magazines were beginning to go off, making it highly dangerous for spectators to venture near them.

However, he had no objection to our going to a certain specified point within the zone of supposed safety.

With a noncommissioned officer to guide us we climbed up a miry footpath to the crest of a low hill; and from a distance of perhaps a hundred yards we looked across at what was left of Fort Loncin, one of the principal defenses.
I am wrong there.

We did not look at what was left of Fort Loncin.
Literally nothing was left of it.