Saw we had you wrong,
Wondered how you stood it
Four years long.

Drank your sour pinard,
Shared what smokes we had,
Got to know you better,
Found you weren't so bad,
Four years in the trenches!
(One's enough, I'll say)
How the hell'd you do it
On five sous a day?

[Illustration: Chemin des Dames '17]

[Illustration: American being taught...]

American being taught by Frenchman to drive truck so that the latter may
return to his farm.
France/17

[Illustration: Moving up]

Moving up--
over a corduroy road hastily laid down by a gérre (engineer) regiment in
war-wasted land. The piece of wall on the right is all that remains of
a French village of five hundred inhabitants

[Illustration: [Arabic script] Arabian Knight]
[Illustration: [Arabic script] Between drives he works on the railroad]