The French cavalry are wonderful, though we never will admit that
they are superior to ours. They never seem to tire. They will keep
in the saddle for days without trouble, and are used to foraging for
themselves wherever they go. In battle their bearing is magnificent. I
have seen a mere handful of them charge twenty times their own number
of Germans: _Pte. H. Hill, 4th (Royal Irish) Dragoon Guards_.
“A Blooming Nuisance”
The French girls are awfully keen about our men, and you should see
them when we arrive in any of the towns. They come and link arms with
us until they are a blooming nuisance. It’s just goodness of heart, and
we don’t like to be chivying them off, so they usually get buttons,
badges, or anything they can beg off us just for a keepsake. We
couldn’t be better thought of: _Trooper W. Green_.