1914 – September 14

At last we begin to hear of considerable victories which seem to be true. Rain again. My German prisoners tell me they are running short of provisions and ammunition and said our artillery fire was very good. There was a huge crowd at Versailles last night but I stopped them giving anything to the unheroic occupants of my train. A nasty, wet, gloomy day with a howling wind and my truck very cold and lonely.