Once more at a post, once again waiting for blessés with old 464. I arrived at seven this morning, relieved the Section Eight man who was here and as soon as he had gone I chased over to the brancardiers' abri for a bite to eat. But alas, their supplies had been delayed somewhere on the road and they didn't expect them before night. This wasn't a very bright outlook for the day, with nothing to eat until suppertime. Luckily I had a loaf of bread in the side-box of my car and by breaking it into small pieces and calling each one by a different name such as creamed potatoes, waffles, salad and bisque ice-cream, I had two very enjoyable meals on the front seat of my ambulance.
The general of the Seventy-first Division came here in his staff car very early this morning, for a promenade in the trenches. I talked with his chauffeur for a few minutes and learned that he does this every day, in order to keep in touch with his men. Later on, since there was not a sign of a blessé, I strolled off towards the "premières lignes." But r stumbled across a battery of "75's" before I had gone very far and found a young "aspirant"
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