One didn't see very many young men, and most of the women wore mourning.
Uniforms were everywhere, but their wearers generally looked like dug-outs or office fellows.

We had a glimpse of the squat building which housed the General Staff and took off our hats to it.

Then we stared at the Marinamt, and I wondered what plots were hatching there behind old Tirpitz's whiskers.

The capital gave one an impression of ugly cleanness and a sort of dreary effectiveness.

And yet I found it depressing--more depressing than London.