1917. Huard's autobiography, accompanied by illustrations drawn by her husband, an official French war artist. An excerpt from the book reads: It was an exciting trip, that race for life and death-for every moment I knew my wounded boy was growing weaker, and every convulsive kick meant the disappearance of so much life blood. During the numerous adventures which befell us between the time we left Jouy-le-Chatel and our encountering the motor, my hypodermic needle had received such violent treatment that it refused service. So when we turned into Mormont at top speed, I was obliged to ask my driver to slow down and inquire for a doctor.