He could never forget the unpaid debt that his own America owed to France, and he felt how closely interwoven the two republics were in their beliefs and aspirations.
"Why are you so silent ?" asked Lannes, half angrily, although John knew that the anger was not for him.
"I've said as much as you have," he replied with an attempt at humor.
"You notice the sunlight falling on it ?" said Lannes, pointing to the Arc de Triomphe, rising before them.
"Yes, and I believe I know what you are thinking." "You are right.

I wish he was here now." John gazed at the great arch which the sun was gilding with glory and he shared with Lannes his wish that the mighty man who had built it to commemorate his triumphs was back with France--for a while at least.

He was never able to make up his mind whether Napoleon was good or evil.
Perhaps he was a mixture of both, highly magnified, but now of all times, with the German millions at the gates, he was needed most.
"I think France could afford to take him back," he said, "and risk any demands he might make or enforce." "John," said Lannes, "you've fought with us and suffered with us, and so you're one of us.

You understand what I felt this morning when on the edge of Paris I heard the German guns.

They say that we can fight on, after our foes have taken the capital, and that the English will come in greater force to help us.