Today’s was rather a long march – twenty five miles. We are billeted in a Chateau (FRANSU). Some of the officers in the chateau itself, some in a dependence to it. The owner has a house party on I shouldn’t think he is particularly pleased at having to make room for us.
I wonder what they would feel like in a big country house at home if while a house party was on they had to make room for half a dozen French officers whose manners and custom were different to their own.
These people just shrug their shoulders “C’est la guerre” and make themselves pleasant to us.
We now belong to the Third Army.