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                                                       It was l’heure de la soupe…

May 1918 — “As I approached the village, I heard an explosion, so I drove in carelessly and put my car in the shelter. Before I could get out
a shell landed over to the left and the spent éclat rattled against the side of
the shelter. I hopped out of the car and started down the boyau when another
came breezing in and burst beside the trench about 15 feet, covering me with
dirt and stones. The bombardment lasted half an hour longer, causing much
swearing as it was ’l’heure de la soupe’!.”

American ambulance driver in Champagne, FranceDiary of Jerome Preston – Photo: WW1, a shelter in Champagne, French soldiers’ soup time. ECPAD