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THE AUTHOR IN ONE OF THE BIGGEST SHELL-PITS, WHICH WERE
TEN FEET DEEP AND TWENTY FEET IN DIAMETER
After taking photographs of some of the biggest shell-pits, which were some ten feet deep and twenty feet in diameter, we returned to the Villa Beausejour and lunch. We sat down fourteen to lunch—the Colonel, ten artillery officers, the Chaplain, my Commandant and I.
Lunch consisted of potato soup, paté de foie gras, vegetables, strawberry-jam pie, cheese and coffee. There was no wine to start with, but one of the officers soon came in with two bottles of white wine, which we all mixed with our mineral-water.
The talk ran mostly on the two German prisoners.
"I certainly hope we shall be able to find out from them just where that battery is that has been giving us all this trouble lately," exclaimed one officer.
"And those howitzers that I can't locate," from another.
"And where that body of troops to the right sleeps," from a third.
"Perhaps they'll know in which of those farms the German headquarters are," from a fourth.