When the Guards Division marched last Saturday from Buckingham Palace
to the City, Londoners indicated plainly that they were neither weary of military spectacles, nor ungrateful for the sacrifices rendered during the war by their sons, nor unmindful of the glory gained, at so heavy a cost, by the pick of the Army. The parade was held, most appropriately, on the anniversary of the day when the Guards, after seven weeks in the line and one day's rest, stool to in time to stem the German onrush which was to finish the war—and which did so, in a sense inimical to German ambitions. Londoners peeked the. greater part of the parade route, and crowded all of it. Especially warm greetings were bestowed upon the ex-Guards in plain clothes. I was a happy thought to provide Army wagons for the disabled The Prin., of Wales was given a hearty welcome. The ceremony had a simple stateliness whose meaning no spectator could miss, and the under- tone of regret for the thousands of gallant dead who might have shared in their comrades' triumph was accentuated by the brave cheerfulness of many women in black raiment. But the dominant note was one of pride and thankfulness.
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