Stephen E. Ambrose Quote
They were returning to Mourmelon, but not to the barracks. This time they were billeted in large green twelve-man wall tents, about a mile outside what Webster called the pathetically shabby garrison village of Mourmelon, abused by soldiers since Caesar’s day, consisting of six bars, two whorehouses, and a small Red Cross club. In Webster’s scathing judgment, Mourmelon was worse than Fayetteville, North Carolina.
Stephen E. Ambrose
They were returning to Mourmelon, but not to the barracks. This time they were billeted in large green twelve-man wall tents, about a mile outside what Webster called the pathetically shabby garrison village of Mourmelon, abused by soldiers since Caesar’s day, consisting of six bars, two whorehouses, and a small Red Cross club. In Webster’s scathing judgment, Mourmelon was worse than Fayetteville, North Carolina.