At small way stations women and girls wearing long white aprons and hospital badges came under the car windows with hot drinks and bacon sandwiches for the wounded.

They gave us some, too, and, I think, bestowed what was left upon the prisoners at the rear.

We ran now through a land untouched by war, where prim farmhouses stood in prim gardens.

It was Sunday morning and the people were going to church dressed in their Sunday best.

Considering that Germany was supposed to have been drained of its able-bodied male adults for war-making purposes we saw, among the groups, an astonishingly large number of men of military age.