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rather liked them. They were all so forlorn,
so patient, so humble, so grateful for the
little one was able to do for them. They
were all delighted to come across a man who
knew their language—those who could smile
grinned all over with joyous surprise, those
who could not, greeted the familiar sound
with a friendly look or a tear in their tired
eyes. Those who could speak, or nearly
all of them, spoke with humiliation and
shame of what they had witnessed and what
they had done. They certainly did not
spare themselves; on the contrary, they
seemed to like to talk of their evil deeds as
if it gave them some relief—in fact, they did
not want to talk of anything else. I saw
several of these men die. They died as
brave men die.
No one accustomed to the cheerful,
affectionate way the French and English
soldiers are wont to speak of their leaders,
could avoid being struck by the way these
German soldiers talked of their officers. They
all spoke of them with fear and bitterness
and often with hatred. Even as they lay
there safe in one of our ambulances they
seemed to be afraid of lying next to their
own officers. Luckily this did not happen
often and never for long, for the German
officers always protested furiously against
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