There is, of course, a real courage.

When you are by yourself, and have to do something in cold blood.

But the courage required for rushing forward, shouting and yelling with a lot of other fellows--why, it would take a hundred times more pluck to turn back." "They know that," chimed in the man lying next to him; "or they would not drug us.

Why, when we stormed La Haye I knew nothing until an ugly-looking German spat a pint of blood into my face and woke me up." A middle-aged sergeant, who had a wound in the stomach and was sitting up in his bed, looked across.

"There was a line of Germans came upon us," he said, "at Bras.