the streets the people very generously showered us with apples, grapes, oranges, peaches and all kinds of fruits and good things.
From St. Nazaire we entrained and our destination was Neuf Chateau, a small town nestling in the foothills of the Vosges mountains.
But not our luck to be quartered in the city; we had to hike five kilometers, with our new packs on our backs, out to a very small village having one street, a condition famous in rural France.
This village was called Villars; here wed for four months. It was a long, narrow building about two hundred feet long and fifty feet wide.
There were two floors, one hundred and twenty-five men on each floor.
A small stream flowed through the village on its winding way down from the Vosges.
In this stream we made our toilet morning, noon and night.
Sometimes we took a bath in this stream.
Of course taking a bath in a stream of icy water in November or December has its drawbacks.
Therefore only a small number bathed in the strea