"This time things are serious," remarks Verrier.
Indeed, we have something more to think of than passing exams, at school or college, or being reviewed by the colonel.
We spring to the window like the rest and shout out, "Vive la France!"
Henceforward all our thoughts must be directed towards peace—peace along the path of victory.
Our compartment is stiflingly hot. There are eight of us, belonging to every division of the service: artillery, cavalry, and infantry. Plunged suddenly into military life, we revive old memories and listen to interminable stories of stern adjutants and good-natured captains. A spirit of cordiality is immediately set up and at the same time a special brand of courtesy, for you have no idea to whom you may be talking; it is quite likely that the man in front of you will to-morrow be your corporal or your sergeant.
Every one of us is determined to do his duty; this is so manifestly taken for granted that no one mentions the matter. William II comes in for severe criticism.
"The whole thing's impossible. The Germans themselves will rise in revolt."
"They will do nothing of the kind," interrupts one who has lived in Germany. "They will do their best to kill us all."
"Whether they rise in revolt or not, they have Russia and England to deal with, and we also intend to do our share."