When all of us marines get going, we will wipe Fritz off the map, and we will eat our next Christmas dinner at home at that. A British officer who has seen much of the American marines at their headquarters in France, and seen them at work against the Boche, writing on what he describes as "an instructive glimpse at the American war spirit and American efficiency in the field," says: "On the roads to the front there is perpetual movement. Hundreds of motor lorries, each one packed with French soldiers, pass us in quick succession on their way to another part of the line. Again and again we pass bodies of American troops on the march, then a group of women and children. Although the road winds over the face of a well-tilled countryside, few birds are seen, except for an occasional pair of ring doves. Such is the incongruity of war! Aircraft Hum Continuous. "We find the marines' headquarters at an old farmhouse, shut in on every side by woods. Here the hum of aircraft is continuous, and links up the intermittent crash of artillery fire. A Boche observation balloon hangs above the woods to eastward, and a woolly bear shell lays a vivid black smudge against the limited skyline ahead. In the farmyard we seem to stand in a little world apart, but the sounds of adjacent fighting are close about us. 