8/37 The big, round-topped yellow tents, sheltering twenty men each and looking like huge tortoises, stood in a line. From the cook-wagons, modeled on the design of those carried by an American circus, came the heavy, meaty smells of stews boiling in enormous caldrons. The men were lying or sitting on straw piles, singing German marching songs as they waited for their supper. It was always so--whenever and wherever we found German troops at rest they were singing, eating or drinking--or doing all three at once. A German said to me afterwards: "Why do we win? |