Identifier: warechoesorgerma02haug (find matches)
Title: War echoes; or Germany and Austria in the crisis ..
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Hau, George William, ed. and comp
Subjects: World War, 1914-1918
Publisher: (Chicago, M. M. Malone)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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Belgian inn par-lor with two or three young Germanofficers as our hosts. Many of thesewere university men who spokecharming English. The beer and the good talk wouldgo round for an hour, then we wouldseparate, the officers leaping intotheir saddles and we resuming ourweary but fascinating march. Greeted by Boy Officers, Two or three hours later we mightmeet one of those officers on his wayback to the rear of the miles uponmiles of wagon trains he was helpingto guard. He would recognize uswith the enigmatical grin that we hadbecome accustomed to, though wecould not always fathom it, and hewould fiing us a cheery hail, asking usif there was anything he could do forus. Several officers said they wishedthey could permit us to ride in thearmy wagons, but that, he would add,was strictly verboten. Indeed, everything that is the leastcasual, exceptional, or irregularseems to be strictly verboten whenthis superb machine, the Germanarmy, is operating in the field. WITH THE WESTERN GERMAN ARMIES
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NOTHING NEGLECTEDA German Bicycle Scout, making an Entry in his Diary, showing some more of the systematic and thoroughgoing German.It is one of the characteristic Features of the German Soldier in the Field, that he generally keeps a Record of his Experiences(Photograph by the International News Service) Hemmed in German Crush. Things like this happened: After our first half days marchfrom Nivelle, whither we had comefrom Brussels by carriage, we reachedthe little town of Pait-les-Ceniffe. The village street was packed witharmy wagons. The whole train hadbeen halted for food and rest. We were in the thick of a crushand clamor that still was not con-fusion, and we were very weary. After we had been passed from un-der lieutenants on up to the general,who passed favorably on our creden-tials, we met up with friendly offi-cers at the inn. We drank with them and they withus. With apologies to them for seem-ing uncouthâfor they are very punc-tilious and ceremonious in details ofconductâ

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