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German women, German children. . . . But now in this village of Malmédy on our first morning across the frontier, within three minutes of our coming, English troopers were chatting with Germans as though nothing had happened to create ill-feeling on either side. Brand was giving chocolate to German children, and German girls were patting the necks of English horses!
"Yes," he said, after my attempted explanation. "We're too close to the frontier. These people are different. Wait till we get on a bit. I'm convinced we shall have trouble, and at the slightest sign of it we shall sweep the streets with machine-gun fire. I've got my own revolver handy, and I mean to use it without mercy if there's any treachery."
