The full moon shining on the white facade of the chateau threw such a brilliant reflection that I recognized a sheet from a sketch book, and could distinguish the following words scribbled in pencil: "Give bearer fifty francs, then in the name of the love you bear me, evacuate now; go south, not Paris."
"My Home In The Field of Honor"
Frances Wilson Huard
Then we'll evacuate them.
"My Home In The Field of Honor"
Frances Wilson Huard
Though this was some considerable distance behind the front line the enemy forced the Battalion to evacuate this area by firing at it with a long-ranged gun.
"The Story of the "9th King's" in France"
Enos Herbert Glynne Roberts