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Trucks were not the only kind of traffic on the roads. We saw a few other passenger cars carrying officers; motorcycles with and without side-car passengers; and, more often, ambulances. We met several groups of German prisoners. More than 6000 had been taken on that part of the front, and we must have met at least a thousand of them that morning. It was a welcome sight, though a grim one. They were being escorted out by kilted British soldiers. I learned later that they belonged to an outfit that had been brought in to relieve one of the American divisions on the line.

Finally, we met a considerable body of French cavalry, several hundred, coming out. That surprised me, for I had thought that the French had given up cavalry altogether. I heard later that one division of cavalry had been maintained throughout the war, with the idea that it might be useful if the fighting ever got out of the trenches. In preparing for their attack of July 18th the French had hoped for a breakthrough of the German lines. They had brought their one cavalry division, ready to gallop through the gap and do itsir thing behind the enemy lines. That hope had been disappointed. The German line had been pushed back several miles but it had not been broken. I was witnessing the last appearance of cavalry on the stage of modern warfare. i gather that both sides used cavalry in the civil war between Reds and Whites in Russia, but the Russians had not kept up to date.

We found General Bullard at an opportune time. He had taht day turned over command of the First Division to General Summerall (I mentioned General Summerall in an earlier letter. He was the man who in the presence of General Pershing admonished me to button up my overcoat). So the entire staff and entourage of that division was somewhere else, with Summerall. Bullard had not yet assembled the larger staff he would have at Third Corps headquarters. He had with him at the moment only a personal aide and a French liaison officer. I have forgotten their names, but both were colonels. So the general invited Littauer and me to have dinner with him. It was the only meal I ever had at a general's table.

As a mere second lieutenant I was awed in that company. I spoke at the table only when spoken to. Most of the conversation was between General Bullard and the Frenchman, speculating on what the