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with gray canvass, more guns, cavalry the [[strikethrough]] sun shin [[/strikethrough]]sunlight glinting on their swords infantry again - all going north, all ^[[I imagine]] with [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] dreams of conquest in their hearts.  I thought how differently German regiments would look - how their gray uniforms would blend [[strikethrough]] themselves [[/strikethrough]] with the landscape while the red & blue blazed itself against the meadows, the road, the villages, and shrieked its [[strikethrough]] wa [[/strikethrough]] presence to the ennemy.  I pictured too the solemn faces of the Germans, the look of determination the cropped heads, [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] and I looked once more at the smiling faces of my French friends, the [[strikethrough]] w [[/strikethrough]] gleam of mischief and the joie de vivre in their bright eyes.  [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] Pretty soon they will be at the business of killing, and ^[[many more of]] the little Frenchies will find their way back to a hospital or a grave, but [[strikethrough]] ^[[I know]] [[/strikethrough]] with the smile still on their faces.