They were all very happy, these huge men; all singing the saddest songs they could think of, including, of course, "The Long, Long Trail." American police were there also.

They had come to Amiens to learn their job.

We left late, but we had promised to return to MacColl's mess, so started for there, but after we had fallen in the snow a few times, we gave the idea up and went to bed.
About this time I went to H.Q.Tanks, and painted the General and Hotblack, and had a most interesting time.

General Elles was a great chap, full of "go," and a tremendous worker.

Hotblack, mild and gentle, full of charm; one could hardly imagine he had all those D.S.O.'s, and wound stripes--Hotblack, who liked to go for a walk and sit down and read poetry.