"But my friends," he cried suddenly, "I congratulate you on what you are privileged to see.

These are not our French ambulances, but some of your own cars, given to France, and young men from America are driving them." That these were American ambulance sections in French service there could be no doubt, for as the drivers caught sight of the American uniforms they offered informal salutes in high glee.
It was reserved for one gleeful young American, however, to call out, as his ambulance whizzed by: "Hullo, buddies! Welcome to our city!" "If that young man were in the American Army I would feel obliged to try to have him stopped," said Major Wells good-humoredly.
"That was not the real American form of salutation to officers, but I know the youngster felt genuinely glad to see us so close to the front." "They are a happy lot, perhaps sometimes a trifle too merry," said Captain Ribaut half-apologetically.

"But they are splendid, these young Americans of yours who drive ambulances for us.

They never know the meaning of fear, and after a great battle they are devotion itself to duty.

They will drive as long as they can sit and hold the wheel.