To War in a Taxicab In a taxicab we went to look for this war.

There were four of us, not counting the chauffeur, who did not count.

It was a regular taxicab, with a meter on it, and a little red metal flag which might be turned up or turned down, depending on whether the cab was engaged or at liberty; and he was a regular chauffeur.
We, the passengers, wore straw hats and light suits, and carried no baggage.

No one would ever have taken us for war correspondents out looking for war.

So we went; and, just when we were least expecting it, we found that war.