I see you running--creeping along--looking for the wounded.

If I could only be there too!--Yes, it is my place, _mon petit_, near you.
Courage, courage!--I know it is the beginning of the end--and the end will be grand for all those who have fought in the just cause." A month later thousands of English, Scotch, Welsh and Irish lads, men from Canada, South Africa, New Zealand, and Australia, were passing on the Somme through a similar furnace of death and suffering to that borne by the French at Verdun.

But the English ways of expression are not the French; and both differ from the American.

The instinct for ringing and dramatic speech rarely deserts the Frenchman--or Frenchwoman.

It is present in the letter written by Roger Vamier's mother, as in the _Ordres du Jour_ of Castelnau or Petain.