The Saarburg in the Lorraine Region is located in a town by the Saar River.
When the Germans ruled here, they left a fully equipped military camp on the southern outskirts, which the British Expeditionary Force promptly claimed as their headquarters upon reaching it.
In a bright office on the third floor, Haig enjoyed a Yellow Plum Tart, along with a local specialty of Yellow Plum Brandy, feeling he had begun to like this place.
(The above picture shows the characteristic food of Saarburg: Yellow Plum Tart)
Outside the window, two cars passed through the checkpoint one after the other and slowly drove into the camp.
Haig pretended not to see; he knew it was the American Expeditionary Force Commander Pershing and his staff.
At first, they were disdainful of England, decisively throwing themselves into Shire's embrace. Now, haven't they still come here seeking cooperation?
Haig felt there was no need to go downstairs to greet them, even if it included the U.S. Secretary of War.
