If you were anxious to stop in any one place this was an excellent excuse.

For at once every officer and soldier began writing to the loved ones at home, and while they wrote you knew you would not be molested and were safe to look at the fighting.
It was most wearing, irritating, nerve-racking work.

You knew you were on the level.

In spite of the General Staff you believed you had a right to be where you were.

You knew you had no wish to pry into military secrets; you knew that toward the allied armies you felt only admiration--that you wanted only to help.