"Of course, he is French. And no offence to your cooks, Monsieur Major, but they are not really cooks, they are soldiers who also must take frying pans. It is hard to create good food in a battlefield." Léon smiles, setting down the decanter and raising his glass to his lips.
"But, forgive my ignorance, I was of the impression a man of your standing within the British Army could have his own personal chef. Is that not the case?"