motor-convoys

Updated: July 17, 2025

We went though several villages, being greeted in every one with the inevitable error, Anglais! We dodged interminable motor-convoys carrying troops, the poilus sitting unconcernedly along the benches at the side, their rifles tight between their knees. At midnight we arrived at B , four miles and a half west of Verdun. The night was clear and bitter cold; the ice-blue winter stars were westering.

Henry Beston - A Volunteer Poilu