An uninterrupted file of camions extends from Bar-le-Duc to Verdun.
This battle will be called in history, 'the Battle of Camions.'
Our “camions” were coal trucks, which had been only partially unloaded.
Outside, all night long, there thundered the rumbling passage of the artillery and camions.
Sometimes the camions slithered in the mud till they came to a stop in the gutter.
At 10 o'clock the same night camions were rumbling up, and after all the men had found places, started toward the fateful Marne.
The camions started back, while soldiers and officers stretched out along the roadside to snatch a few hours of sleep.
On the roads around the city there is a great bustle of camions, gun carriages and caissons.
The men packed into the camions had broken through the canvas covers and leaned out, waving their arms and shouting.
Again the village street was full of the grinding roar and throb of camions, full of a frenzy of wheels and drunken shouting.