Quand Madelon vient nous servir a boire
Sous la tonnelle au frole de son jupon
Et gue chaqu’un lui raconte une histoire,
Une histoire a sa façon
La Madelon pour nous n’est pas sévère
Lorsqu’on lui prend la taille ou le menton,
Elle rit, c’est tous le mal qu’elle sait faire,
Madelon, Madelon, Madelon.
IV. HOME
On December 20th the order to prepare arrived. Prepare for what? The United States of America. My God was it possible? Where were they? But it was so, and a better Christmas present would have been hard to find. This was our second Christmas in the army, and apparently it was to be our last. Cheers! The occasion however recalled a remark attributed to General Pershing in August as follows: “Hell, Heaven or Hoboken by Christmas.” He was right, and we got seats at the first show on his list.