It seemed to him that he was always going away from the war while others were going toward it.
While these boys were rushing forward he would be rushing backward.

That was always the way.
"There's a lot of skeletons in those old trenches.

You can follow the ditches almost down to Paris." "They won't send him farther than Creil," another said.

"The wires are up all the way from Creil down." "You never can tell whether they'll stay up or not--not with this seventy-five mile bean-shooter Fritzie's playing with.

Ever been to Paris, kid ?" "No, but I s'pose I'll be sent there now--maybe," Tom answered.
"They'll keep you moving up this way, all right.