“Beer and other
7 1918 – We have made several attempts
to be sent away because we are rather
“home-sick” and detest getting in bed at 9 every evening and also not
having one “sou” to spend on “la bière et autres choses” [beer and other
things]. So, finally, we shall leave for Paris at 6 o’clock tonight unless the CO. in his finite wisdom decrees that we tarry longer
within his gates. Vichy is too fine a place to be cooped up in and under a
ambulance driver _totally done with convalescing_ in Vichy, France – The Compensations of War – Photo: WW1, France,
en terrasse, drinking beer. La Contemporaine.
‘August 16 1918 – In Millery, a
little town between Nancy and the lines. We are assigned to an old barrack, barely off
the dusty main road, which was used as a motion picture theatre. We played the
host ourselves on our third night and entertained our friends with flickering
pictures jumping across the screen.’
American ambulance driver in
Meurthe-et-Moselle – A History of Section 647, United
States Army Ambulance Service With the French Army – Illustration WW1, France, “Movie Night”.
‘Friday August 16 1918 – Our cook is back. Lieut. brings him up—also brings section pay for
In Jaulzy, Aisne, France, American ambulance driver’s log
of S. S. U. 585 – Photo: Summer 1918, Aisne, France, American Ambulance drivers watching their cook at work.
“They have just begun to gas us again – thank
goodness the wind is carrying it away from us, black cat luck as usual.”
1918, American ambulance driver in France – Text and photo Amherst Black Cats
“Friday, August 16 1918 – One
got part of a night’s rest in a forest. Every man seized the breathing spell not only to sleep but to wash, brush up and shave. They looked
snappy in the morning sun light!”
and stripes, Paris, France, August 16, 1918 – Library of Congress –
Photo: WW1, France, soldiers washing in a river – La Contemporaine
“It seems so good to be “all-American” once more!”
‘August 10 1918 – Our ambulance boys are entertaining us with Southern songs, accompanied by
a mandoline and sometimes a violin. They are great and we are between hysterics
at their camp songs and tears at some of our old home songs. It’s a bit
distracting but it seems so good to be “all-American” once more!’
In the Aisne sector, France – American Red Cross nurse ‘s “Intimate Letters from France”
in the Aisne sector, American Ambulance drivers at camp relaxing & playing mandoline. La Contemporaine
“I can do anything! I don’t
need anyone’s help!”
mutilated soldiers can do anything these days! You see them drinking their
coffee, lightening their cigarette, using their artificial hands with the same
dexterity as before they lost their hands – hands now so marvelously replaced by
science. One of them with two prosthetic hands said “I can do anything! I don’t
need anyone’s help!”’
Le Petit Journal illustré January 13 1918 – La Rééducation des Mutilés –- Photo: 1918,
Paris, soldiers using their prosthetic hands to pour beer in their glass.
really good fun to drive down trenches”
“July 27 1918 – We
are using the little whippet tanks with a crew of a driver and a gunner, the
sort that have been fighting so well in the present Allied offensive. It is
really good fun to drive down trenches and up the rear side, over stone walls,
through woods and shell holes!. A poor driver will give his man in the
turret some mighty hard bumps if he doesn’t know how to ease up the machine
when it reaches the balancing point on the lip of a trench or other obstacle.”
ambulance driver who just joined the Tank Corps – Phillips Academy, Andover in the Great War –
Photo: summer 1918, France, a soldier in a light tank
– Missouri Over There
“Friday July 13 1918 – I like returning to camp.
Great to be with the fellows again, get good food; play victrola ect.”
American ambulance driver’s diary in Rambluzin, Meuse, France – Diaries of Samuel Keplinger – Photo: 1918, France, relaxing at American Hospital camp.
What’s this, steak and French fried at last?
What’s this, steak and French fries at last?
No such luck — got a shower of
water and monkey-meat. Can you beat it? Boy, oh boy, but it’s wet down here!”
— By Old Man Stomach Himself
France, diary of a doughboy’s stomach – The Stomach
Speaks – Food in
the American Military: A History – Photo: Friday
July 12 1918, well-know photo showing American soldiers’ chow in Longemer, Vosges, France. La Contemporaine.
Note: Fried thinly sliced potatoes were
called “French fries” around 1918, when the doughboys
stationed in Northern France and Belgium first tasted this thinly-sliced regional
potato specialty. The doughboys began referring to them as “French
fries” after the French-speaking people who sold them. By the
end of the 20th century Americans ate more than 5.5 billion pounds a year
of French fries!
The Un-Demanding Cook Book