human
The first person to meet us in France, writes a British officer,
gpt
As transport after transport sailed into Boulogne, and regiment after regiment landed, the population went into ecstasies of delight. Through the narrow streets of the old town the soldiers marched, singing, whistling, and cheering, with a wave of their caps to the women and a kiss wafted to the children (but not only to the children!) on the route. As they swept along, their happy faces and gallant bearing struck deep into the emotions of the spectators.
human
What brave fellows, to go into battle laughing!
gpt
Marseillaise, but, strangest of all to French ears, to listen to that new battle-cry,
human
Are we down-hearted? followed by the unanswerable
gpt
No--o--o!
human
IT'S A LONG, LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY