Unformatted text preview: magnificent row of first-class carriages (a Paris-Vienna de-luxe; all stock is mobilized) which is going no one knows precisely where, except that it is in the direction of the Front. The compartments and corridors are bursting at the seams with people from all classes of society. The atmosphere is friendly, enthusiastic, but the train is already clearly suffering from this influx from every stratum of society! The blinds are torn down, luggage-racks and mirrors broken, and the toilets emptied of their fittings; it's (typical) French destruction. At midnight, I am at Vesoul; nothing to eat there either; no train for Gray. I go to sleep on a bench in the refreshment room. The most fantastic rumours are going around; everyone is seeing spies unbolting railway track or trying to blow up bridges. Credits: Henri Desagneaux, A French Soldier's War Diary (Elmsfield Press, 1975), 3-5....
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- Fall '08
- History, Rail transport, Locomotive, Rail tracks, Henri Desagneaux, French Soldier Remembers