We have dealt elsewhere with the general aspects of the
western fighting, but may record here our admiration for the noble heroism with which the Belgian Army, an army which has as good a right to rest and recuperation as ever army had, has been fighting during the past week. On several occasions its position owing to the huge numbers in front of it has been critical, but it has held its own splendidly and has not given way at any point, with the result that the fury of the German attack has now subsided. All honour to the Belgian soldiers and their gallant King. We are glad to think that so many Belgian soldiers are being nursed in England. Their position is often pathetic beyond words. Almost all other wounded soldiers have, when wounded, a home to go to when they get better, or, at any rate, to think of with joy in their pain and weakness. The Belgian soldier is homeless. He asks as anxiously where his wife is, and whether she still lives, as a wife in ordinary circumstances asks after her husband at the front. A common ruin in numberless cases has involved husband, wife, children, home, and country.
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