[Illustration:  British Battles During 1918 (8th Aug. to 11th Nov., 1918).]

Do these sentences—­the utterances of a man conspicuously modest and reticent in statement, indicate any consciousness of “lost prestige” in “a last desperate campaign”?

The fact is—­or so it seemed to me—­that while the British Army salutes with all its heart, the glorious record of that veteran Army of France which bore the brunt of the first years of war, which held the gate at Verdun at whatever cost in heroic lives, and inscribed upon its shield last year the counter-attacks in the Marne salient, and the superb stand of General Gouraud in Champagne; and while, at the same time, it realises and acknowledges to the full the enormous moral and military effect of the warm American tide, as it came rushing over France through the early summer of last year, and the gallantry of those splendid American lads, who, making mock of death, held the crossing of the Marne, took Bouresches and Belleau Wood, fought their hardest under General Mangin in the Soissons counter-attack of July 18th, and gallantly pushed their way, in spite of heavy losses, through the Argonne to the Meuse at the end of the campaign—­there is yet no doubt in any British military mind that it was the British Army which brought the war to its victorious end.  The British Army had grown, after the great defensive battle of the spring, by a kind of national rebound, of which there have been many instances in our history, to a wonderful military strength and efficiency, and to it fell, not by any choice of its own, so to speak, but by the will of the gods, and the natural disposition of events, the final and decisive strokes of the war.  The French had already “saved Europe by their example,” through three bloody and heroic years, and they were bound, in 1918, to economise, where possible, their remaining men; while, if the war had lasted another six months, or if America had come in a year earlier, the decisive battles might well have fallen to the American Army and General Pershing.  But, as it happened, the British Army was at its zenith of power, numbers, and efficiency, when the last hammer-blows of the war had to be given—­and our Army gave them.  I do not believe there is a single instructed American or French officer who would deny this.  But, if so, it is a fact which will and must make itself permanently felt in the consciousness of the Empire.

In one of the bare rooms of that Ecole Militaire, at Montreuil, where the British General Staff has worked since 1916, I saw on a snowy day at the end of January a chart covering an entire wall, which held me riveted.  It was the war at a glance—­so far as the British Army is concerned—­from January, 1916, to the end.  The rising or falling of our bayonet strength, the length of line held, casualties, prisoners—­everything was there—­and when finally the Hindenburg line is broken, after the great nine days of late September and early October,