France at War: On the Frontier of Civilization | ||
LESSON FROM THE "BOCHE"
A shell must fall somewhere, and by the law of averages occasionally
"What made the change?"
"The Boche. If he had been quiet for another twenty years the world must have been his--rotten, but all his. Now he is saving the world."
"How?"
"Because he has shown us what
Then we had another look at the animal in its trench--a little nearer this time than before, and quieter on account of the mist. Pick up the chain anywhere you please, you shall find the same observation-post, table, map, observer, and telephonist; the same always-hidden, always-ready guns; and same vexed foreshore of trenches, smoking and shaking from Switzerland to the sea. The handling of the war varies with the nature of the country, but the tools are unaltered. One looks upon them at last with the same weariness of wonder as the eye receives from endless repetitions of Egyptian hieroglyphics. A long, low
France at War: On the Frontier of Civilization | ||