A Marine investigates and replies:
"Nobody, commandant, but there is some plaster in the cream. Shall I replenish it?"
"Call the chef."
The chef, a big, robust individual, comes in immediately.
"Commandant?"
"Listen. You have forgotten to write 'Petite Marmite' on our menu. Another time don't forget it. That's all!" And, turning to us, he said, as if nothing had happened:
"You know I saw a movie in Toulon that was absolutely amazing, but I have seen better in Paris, some months before the war——"
THE SADDEST THING IN THE WAR, BEFORE ST. GEORGES.
August, 1915.
A listening post between the Passchendael and Evacuation canals. It is night—a night very black and without moon. I find a group of Marines seated on the ground chatting and I listen——