The guides said: "Twenty-eight miles to Willow Grove Springs." The command halted ten minutes every hour for rest, but the sun poured down upon us, and I was glad to stay in the ambulance.

It was at these times that my thoughts turned back to the East and to the blue sea and the green fields of God's country.

I looked out at the men, who were getting pretty well fagged, and at the young officers whose uniforms were white with dust, and Frau Weste's words about glaenzendes Elend came to my mind.

I fell to thinking: was the army life, then, only "glittering misery," and had I come to participate in it?
Some of the old soldiers had given out, and had to be put on the army wagons.

I was getting to look rather fagged and seedy, and was much annoyed at my appearance.