A SPECTATOR'S NOTEBOOK
ISUPPOSE that some day, when the position on the western front has been restored, some of the questions that present themselves so insistently will be answered. A healthy battery of them may be expected when Parliament reassembles. How, to take the most obvious thing first, did Rundstedt manage to assemble his mass of armour, to say nothing of his infantry, unobserved? Aircraft, of Course, had been grounded for some days before the offensive opened, but how used armies to secure information before aircraft appeared? Why, next, are British and American armies hopelessly held up by mud while Germans can do something like 40 miles in seven days in it? Why, further, have the Allied armies been endeavouring to move forward by frontal attack like a solid wall for months, when the possibilities of a break-through at some carefully selected spot were what Rundstedt's stroke shows them to be? There is only one question I have seen asked, in America, which there. was no justi- fication for asking. That is—what have the British forces been doing all this time? The answer, obviously, is that they have been doing What the American commander-in-chief under whom they are serving has told them to do. And according to the German accounts they have now intervened to some purpose.