"'Ere, 'ere! That's the stuff to give 'em! I reckon Fritz is a bloody good sport. We ought ter shake 'ands an' make peace now. Peace at any price, that's what I say.... I tell yer a thing what 'appened when I was in the line. We 'ad a little dog wi' us an' one night she must 'a' strayed inter Fritz's trenches. The next mornin' she came back wi' a card tied round 'er neck an' on the card it 'ad: 'To our comrades in misfortune--What about Peace.' I reckon that was a jolly decent thing ter say. Jerry wants ter get 'ome to 'is missis an' kiddies just as much as what we do!" "Next three men," shouted the theatre orderly. The next three were light cases. They were dealt with very quickly. Then the German hobbled across and several English wounded followed in rapid succession. When the waiting-room was empty we went over to the Prep. and fetched the other Germans along. There were no wounded arriving at the station at that moment, but we knew from the distant rumble of the bombardment that the Prep. would soon be crowded once again. A number of British soldiers gathered round the entrance of the waiting-room, curious to see the prisoners and hear what they had to say. "Ask 'em if they're glad to be out of it." I put the question and there was a chorus of fervent "Ja's" and "Gott sei Dank's." They were all glad to be out of it. No more fighting for them, Gott sei Dank! War was no good, at least not for the common soldier. "Ask him what he thinks of Hindenburg." A cheerful youngster from East Prussia answered: "Der's' nicht besser als wir--He's no better than we are!" "Did you ever see him?" "Yes, he came into the trenches a week ago and gave us cakes and cigars." "But that was jolly sporting of him, wasn't it?" "He can keep his cigars--_he_ doesn't have to lie in shell holes for days on end." "War's no good," said a small man with a protruding forehead and keen eyes and wearing a red-cross on his arm. "Ich danke meinem Gott--I thank my God that I've never taken up a rifle during the whole war, and I've been in it since the beginning. No human being has lost his life through me, thank God." "Was fuer'n Zweck hat es--What's the good of shooting each other like this? The heads ought to come and fight it out amongst themselves." "It's good for politicians and profiteers--fuer die ist's gut." "Ask them what they think of the submarines." A Lieutenant of the Prussian Guard answered contemptuously that he didn't think much of them. He didn't believe stories of food-shortage in England, he didn't believe anything the papers said, they were all full of lies. "Ask them if they're satisfied with their treatment."