Hello, here we are crossing the Marne again, and without getting our feet wet." "We're a good half mile above it, but we'll cross it once more soon.

I'm following the shortest road to the British army and that takes us over a loop of the river." "Yes, here we are recrossing, and now we're coming to a region of chequered fields, green and brown and yellow.

I always like these varied colors of the French country.

It's a beautiful land down there, Philip." "So it is, but see if it isn't defaced by sixty or seventy thousand sunburnt men in khaki, the khaki often stained with blood.

The men, too, should be tired to death, but you can't tell that from this height." "The British army you mean?
Yes, by all that's glorious, I see them, or at least a part of them! I see thousands of men lying down in the fields as if they were dead." "They're not dead, though.