"Garlic?", Jack interjected. "I thought Guy's family were winemakers."

"Driving a truck loaded with wine into enemy strongholds would be an invitation to be stopped and relieved of his cargo. But, German soldiers did not eat garlic. Thus, Guy's truck carried braided strings of garlic from his cousin's farm in Arleux."

"Ah, Ail Fume d'Arleux," Nico exclaimed. "Bien sur! Remember that smoked garlic soup we were served that night in Pas-de-Calais, when.."

Jolie continued her story "François' head wounds had been treated and bandaged, but he was still in a precarious coma. I was alone with this well-endowed American soldier when on the third day he regained consciousness. He did not know where he was. This was understandable, but most disturbingly he did not know who he was. I did not speak much English. Surprisingly, he spoke French.

"Although what happened was not precisely what was meant by the nuns, it was my duty to comfort wounded soldiers. François responded very well to this, and soon he was drinking soup.

"We were getting along very well when Guy and Hervé came back from the front."