"Danner."
"Come on an' have a flock of drinks on us. You're probably dying on French pay. You order for the gang and we'll treat." Eager, grinning American faces. "Can you get whisky in this God-forsaken dump?"
"Straight or highball?"
"That's the talk. Straight, Dan. We're in the army now."
Hugo drank with them. Only for one moment did they remember they were in the army to fight: "Say, Dan, the war really isn't as tough as they claim, is it?"
"I don't know how tough they claim it is."
"Well, you seen much fightin'?"
"Three years."
"Is it true that the Heinies—?" His hands indicated his question.
"Sometimes. Accidentally, more or less. You can't help it."