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Gibbs, Philip, 1877-1962

"Now It Can Be Told"


The war correspondents talked together. We spoke gloomily, in low
voices, so that the waiters should not hear.
"If they break through to Abbeville we shall lose the coast."
"Will that be a win for the Germans, even then?"
"It will make it hell in the Channel."
"We shall transfer our base to St.-Nazaire."
"France won't give in now, whatever happens. And England never gives
in."
"We're exhausted, all the same. It's a question of man-power."
"They're bound to take Albert to-night or to-morrow."
"I don't see that at all. There's still a line. . ."
"A line! A handful of tired men."
"It will be the devil if they get into Villers-Bretonneux to-night. It
commands Amiens. They could blow the place off the map."
"They won't."
"We keep on saying, 'They won't.' We said, 'They won't get the Somme
crossings!' but they did. Let's face it squarely, without any damned
false optimism. That has been our curse all through."
"Better than your damned pessimism."
"It's quite possible that they will be in this city tonight.


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