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anywhere in France.  I suppose the kitchen crew got standard army rations to work with,  It was the cooking that was lousy.  General Bullard and half a dozen of his top brass ate in an intimate small mess of their own.  I hope they fared better than we did.  The rest of us ate in a big officers' mess.  One morning at breakfast a French colonel took his seat beside me.  They brought him pancakes and coffee.  His cakes, like mine, were dough and stone cold.  He did not touch them, just looked at them and shuddered.  He took one taste of his coffee, then got up and left.  I could not figure how they gave their coffee such a revolting taste.

Each night while I was there German planes came over and dropped bombs around the village.  Evidently they knew it was the general's headquarters.  I did not hear of any casualties, but each time they came the alarm sounded and we all had to rush to shelter trenches outsides.  Then the Germans began shelling the town.  It was at very long range and no great damage was done, but General Bullard had had enough.  His head quarters moved, the day before my week was up, to a big castle the name of which I cannot recall.  It was three or four mile miles south, toward our rear.  All the junior officers were moved first, and we had three or four hours in the castle before the brass arrived.  In one of the big vacant rooms we found a piano, so had songs.  It was then that I first heard "The Bastard King of England" and "Abdullah Bulbul Ameer".

One other bright spot during the week was a seven-handed poker game I took part in one evening.  The players included a colonel, two second lieutenants, and four in-betweens.  By an odd freak of chance the only winners at the end of the session were the two second lieutenants.  I won approximately a hundred dollars.  It more than made up for a disastrous session I had had at Amanty.