We spent the morning in visiting the town. I saw the Place Quand Même, the Lion of Belfort, and the aviation ground, where new airships were being built. It was rare to find a street in which there were not one or two houses bearing marble plaques on which were such inscriptions as this: "Here was born General ----. Appointed general on such and such a date. Fought in the following campaigns----. Died in such and such a year." In the afternoon we went to a fort, where my comrades received their equipment--a rifle and bayonet, a knapsack, a cartridge-pouch, a canteen, a blanket, a pair of leggings, and a covering for the _képi_. On returning to the cantonment a captain delivered the following speech: "My lads, I wish to inform you that one of these days we are going into action. It may be to-morrow or the day afterwards--I cannot say exactly. But I would ask this of you: to behave like brave men and follow your leader, for all the time you follow and obey me I will undertake to lead you along the path of honor and victory. Remember the words of your chief. You must not say, 'I shall not be frightened,' for I myself shall be one of the first, on the first bullet whistling past my ear, to duck my head and be scared. But I shall salute it and overcome my fear and never fail you. Therefore recollect that and say to yourself, continually, 'Yes, I am frightened, but I shall overcome my fear;' and in that way you will succeed." This little discourse was heartily applauded by the conscripts, and it was not until the captain had shaken all of them by the hand that he left. We breathed the fresh air for half an hour longer before retiring to rest. The night passed without incident. I did not awaken until dawn. The weather was fine. After taking our coffee we were about to go out when the order came that no one was to leave. At half-past nine we learnt that we were to go into action--a happy piece of news which filled all the reservists with joy. Preparations were made. I had been provided with a rifle, a pouch, a canteen, and a _képi_. At the thought of seeing the Boches fighting and being overcome I was filled with joy. But not for long, for at half-past two, before setting out, the company was passed in review. It was then that an officer caught sight of me and cried out: "What's that boy doing there?" "He is following us, captain," replied my friend. "Where does he come from?" "Monaco. He left because his father was mobilized and he was without a parent." "What's your name?" demanded the officer. "Eugène Escloupié," I replied. "Have you any papers to prove your identity?" "_Non, mon capitaine._" "Are you French?" "_Oui, mon capitaine._" "It's a pity, but as you cannot prove your identity I cannot keep you. A strict order has just been given against allowing any foreign person with the soldiers." "But I'm not a foreigner, _mon capitaine_." "I dare say not, but you must prove to me who you are."