Carleton B. Case, Stories from the Trenches: Humorous and Lively Doings of Our 'Boys Over There'
“ Flower thus describes one section of the theater of war in France:Our car rushes down a long descending road, and is driven at breakneck speed by one of those drivers with which the front is strewn, who are so accustomed to danger that to dance on the edge of it all the time is the breath of life. To slow down to a rational thirty miles an hour is to them positive pain; to leap shell holes at fifty or plow across a newly made road of broken brick at the same velocity is their ecstasy. ”
