The spirit of the people was undaunted.

Into their daily lives the conflict had penetrated only like a burst of martial music.

Rather than depressing, it inspired them.

Wherever you ventured, you found them undismayed.

And in those weeks during which events moved so swiftly that now they seem months in the past, we were as free as in our own "home town" to go where we chose.
For the war correspondent those were the happy days! Like every one else, from the proudest nobleman to the boy in wooden shoes, we were given a laissez-passer, which gave us permission to go anywhere; this with a passport was our only credential.