We have gone to pay a visit to Major X---- at his fighting dugout; the
major never worries about anything----
"Ah! how good of you to come--let me offer you a drink: some Turin,
whisky and soda, Pernod, or Cassis--which do you want? You will remain
and have lunch with me? I have a live lobster"--he brandished that
animal triumphantly--"and, with that, grilled lamb chops, potatoes,
_pont-neuf_."
Turning toward the telephone operator and without waiting for our
reply, he said:
"Waiter, set two covers more!"
FATE, EPARGES.
_January_, 1916.
"Mamma! your ears are tingling to-day----"
I left Colonel Moran's shelter and directed my steps toward our own,
following the board path. I walked with difficulty because the terrain
was bad. On my right the mud was so deep that one could not step out
into it without sinking up to the hips!
The boches commenced to shell us with 150's. The first shot fell
between Montgirmont and Eparges, in plain view, 75 to 125 yards from
me. The second burst 125 yards to the left, back of our little board
chapel, raising a great fuss.
The third hit ten feet from me--whack! It did not explode, but
splattered me from head to foot--I couldn't be picked up with pincers!
"Mamma! your ears are tingling to-day."
THE COLONEL WHO LOVES GOOD MUSIC, EPARGES.
_January_, 1916.