They were within easy range of the German guns, but it was not the habit of either side to send morning shells unless a direct attack was to be made.
John had no thought of danger.

Youth was youth and one could get hardened to anything.

He had been surprised more than once in this war to find how his spirits could go from the depths to the heights and now they were of the best.

He was full of life and the world was very beautiful that morning.

It was the fair land of France again, but it was under a thick robe of snow, the golden tint on the white, as the large yellow sun slowly sailed clear of the high hills on their right.
General Vaugirard stood near the first of the wagons, drinking cup after cup of hot steaming coffee, and devouring thick slices of bread and butter.