“With an effort I managed to restrain my incredulous laughter. The very phrases were worn so threadbare that they evoked no image except that of a turbaned «character.» leaking sawdust at every pore as he pursued a tiger through the Bois de Boulogne. «Then came the war, old sport. It was a great relief, and I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.
I accepted a commission as first lieutenant when it began. In the Argonne Forest I took two machine-gun detachments so far forward that there was a half mile gap on either side of us where the infantry couldn't advance.”