Dgcddfhad been there in the Compèigne Forest at that railway siding on that grey November day when it all came to an end. I wish I had been there to witness the secretive signing of the armistice that commenced at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. It may have convinced me that it was, indeed, all over. It may have allowed me to convince myself that it had, indeed, been worth the cost. Captain Cameron of the 130th, to my surprise, arranged for me to travel there with other journalists after Germany capitulated, but it was by then an anticlimax. I began my war as a correspondent and, as Captain Cameron declared while apprising me of the arrangements he had made for my travel to Compèigne, it was fitting that I should end it as a correspondent
