As in all French institutions, there appear to me to be far too many officials; the corridors are pervaded with young healthy men, with the red cross on their arms, who are supposed to be making themselves useful in some mysterious manner, but whose main object in being here is, I imagine, to shirk military service.

The ambulance which is considered the best is the American.

The wounded are under canvas, the tents are not cold, and yet the ventilation is admirable.

The American surgeons are far more skilful in the treatment of gun-shot wounds than their French colleagues.

Instead of amputation they practise resection of the bone.