voulangis

Updated: May 31, 2025

The future is all so uncertain. Besides, I really want to see the thing out right here. I made two efforts to get a permission to go to Voulangis. It is only five miles away. I wrote to the commander of the 5th Army Corps twice. I got no answer. Then I was told that I could not hope to reach him with a personal letter that I must communicate with him through the civil authorities.

Mildred Aldrich - On the Edge of the War Zone: From the Battle of the Marne to the Entrance of the Stars and Stripes

So, hearing one day that my friend from Voulangis had a permission to drive to the train at Esbly, and that she was returning about nine in the morning, I determined to meet her on the road, and at least see how she was looking and have a little chat. I felt a longing to hear someone say: "Hulloa, you," just a few words in English.

Mildred Aldrich - On the Edge of the War Zone: From the Battle of the Marne to the Entrance of the Stars and Stripes

This is all my news, except that I am hoping to go to Paris for Christmas, and to go by the way of Voulangis. It is all very uncertain. My permission has not come yet. It is over a year since we were shut in. My friends in Paris call me their permissionaire, when I go to town.

Mildred Aldrich - On the Edge of the War Zone: From the Battle of the Marne to the Entrance of the Stars and Stripes

I happened to be at Voulangis when the territorials left quite unexpectedly, as usual. They never get much notice of a relève. We were sitting in the garden at tea when the assemblage general was sounded, and the order read to march at four next morning. The last thing I saw that night was-the light of their lanterns, and the last thing I heard was the march of their hob-nailed boots.

Mildred Aldrich - On the Edge of the War Zone: From the Battle of the Marne to the Entrance of the Stars and Stripes