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"U.S.A" trucks and ambulances were going by in a steady stream towards a great building I had noticed up on the heights. Looking into the matter it was noticeable that they moved up the hill with studied care, and tore back towards the station with intense rapidity. It was only a case of 300 or so wounded coming from the great offensive that hasn't yet received an adequate name unless it be the Push On Amiens. ^[[(?? [[underline]] wasn't  [[/underline]] I unschooled, though)]] It was a repetition, in other words, of what I had seen in London, on the way to Paris, and on the way to my aviation center. A look into the rear of some of the slow moving vans showed a group of reclining figures in old blue uniforms and all kinds of bandages, raising a head to glimpse the tense throng that lined the streets of the village, smoking a cigarette or balancing to the jar of their vehicle to read a late paper - or an old one. 

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amiens