The officer in the car explained.
"'Berlue,'" he said, "is--what do you Americans say--dotty? They are
telling the villagers they want to go crazy!"
So he got out and explained. Also he found out their road for them and
sent them off, rather sheepish, but laughing.
"I never get over the surprises of this war," said the officer when he
returned. "Think of those boys, with not a word of French, taking that
lorry from the coast to the English lines! They'll get there too. They
always do."
As we left the flat land toward the coast the country grew more and
more beautiful. It rolled gently and there were many trees.
The white houses with their low thatched roofs, which ended in a
bordering of red tiles, looked prosperous. But there were soldiers
again. We were approaching the war zone.
CHAPTER XVI
THE MAN OF YPRES
The sun was high when we reached the little town where General Foch,
Commander of the Armies of the North, had his headquarters. It was not
difficult to find the building. The French flag furled at the doorway,
a gendarme at one side of the door and a sentry at the other, denoted
the headquarters of the staff. But General Foch was not there at the
moment. He had gone to church.
The building was near. Thinking that there might be a service, I
decided to go also.
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