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On the 30th July 1918 we went into rest at Sauchy Lestrée, a delightful spot in Artois surrounded by water. A few days later we marched still further back to Escaudœuvres, a small, smug workingmen's suburb of Cambrai.
I occupied the typical best bedroom of an artisan's house in northern France. The huge double bed as its ominous pièce de résistance; a fireplace with hideous red and blue glass vases on the mantelpiece; a round table, chairs; on the walls some of those frightful colour-prints of the Familistère, Vive la classe, souvenir de première communion, postcards, and other rubbish. I did what I could to give the right note to my arrival by throwing a pack of cards on the table and my riding-boots on the double bed.