The German sergeant knew no English and could not understand his testimonial, but he tucked it in his pocket, well satisfied.
In due time, he was sent to the front and was captured by "the ladies from hell," as the Germans called the Scotch kilties.

He at once presented his introduction, and his captors laughed heartily when they read: "This is L----.

He is not a bad sort of chap.

Don't shoot him; torture him slowly to death." The amazing part of the "show," however, was the American doughboy.
Never was there a more cheerful, laughing, good-natured set of boys in the world; never a more homesick, lonely, and complaining set.

But good nature predominated, and the smile was always upper-most, even when the moment looked the blackest, the privations were worst, and the longing for home the deepest.
Bok had been talking to a boy who lived near his own home, who was on his way to the front and "over the top" in the Argonne mess.