It happened that our stuff was jolly welcome at Salonica. The Army people fell upon our necks as though we were their saviours. Guns, gun-carriages, picks and shovels, and everything else that the _Pamir_ had--there was none too much of all this in Macedonia, it seems, especially as all ships are dealt with in the same haphazard way as we are. There are hundreds of thousands of tons to be moved from one point to another and nobody dares act on their own responsibility because all war-supplies come under the jurisdiction of G.H.Q. in France, and the Quartermaster-General isn’t here and doesn’t give any orders, but if anyone on the spot does give any he doesn’t like it and commands the exact opposite, and there’s no getting along with a system like that. So you can imagine how they admired Fourgues for having brought his three thousand tons without anyone having to ask for them. They unloaded us in a jiffy and the aeroplanes were especially welcome. No one knew where the devil they could have vanished to. The other six, which the _Pamir_ left at Marseilles, had been sent in a hurry back to the French front, where there is so much breakage and where it seems aeroplanes are needed more urgently than in the Army of the East, which is only a side-show of the war. But the six we had hooked around--no one at Salonica appeared to know what had become of them, yet they were much needed, for the Fokkers and the Taubes came practically every day and there were none too many chaser-planes. That’s what ours were. We stayed at Salonica five days, and at the end of three those chaser-planes had already gone up and peppered the Bulgarians. This time Fourgues was satisfied and he said to me: