World War, 1914-1918 -- Prisoners and prisons, German
Considering that the nation, of which it formed a part, had just
sustained a defeat practically amounting to unconditional surrender,
Mainz presented a spectacle of strange jubilation. I had expected to
find an atmosphere of a more or less passive resignation, of
disappointment only partially relieved by the cessation of hostilities;
whatever the individual might feel, officialdom surely, we had thought,
would assume a woeful countenance. But instead of that we found a town
robed as for a carnival. Flags were hung from the windows of every
house, the children in the streets waved penny ensigns, and every few
minutes a lorry full of troops would clatter through, the guns decked
with banners, the men shouting and singing. It was as though a
victorious army were returning home, and after all it was only right
that the men should receive a proper welcome. For over four years they
had waged on many fronts a war that had conferred much honour on their
arms. They had been at all times brave and resolute. They had fought to
the very end. It was not their fault that Germany had been steeped in
ruin.
The reception we received from the civil population was very friendly.
At first it was only with the most extreme diffidence that we entered
cafés and restaurants, but we soon saw that there was little or no
animosity against us. In the streets civilians were always ready to show
us the way, and displayed no resentment at our presence amongst them.
In the cafés German soldiers even came up and spoke to us. There was
such general delight at the war being over, that the Germans felt it
impossible to harbour any ill-will against any save those whom they held
directly responsible for their sufferings, and it was typical of their
attitude that, when a German soldier introduced himself, his first
remark was, “I am not a Prussian.”
The question of the army of occupation was very keenly discussed, and
everywhere was to be found the same opinion, “We do not want the
French.” It seemed as if that hereditary hate was as keen as ever; for
the English and Americans they entertained very neutral emotions. But
the French were too nearly neighbours; and it seems as if only the long
passage of uneventful years could assuage this spirit of vindictiveness,
that has been artificially fostered in the nursery and in the
schoolroom.
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