noon
Now , as I speak of him , I seem to hear him say quietly to us , `` The battle is won ! by file right ! forward , march ! '' Several wanted to stop and make some soup , for we had eaten nothing since noon and began to be hungry . The sergeant marched down the lane with his musket on his shoulder , laughing quietly , and saying in an ironical tone : `` Oh ! soup , soup ! wait a little , the commissary is coming ! ''