"I will accompany you."
Some moments later, we began the trip, so laborious at night, almost to the crest of Eparges.
At first the long path—what irony!—the length of which was found the shelters of our sappers and from which came at one time or another, sounds of voices. Then we passed Sap 13, where was heard the purring of the electric generator and the compressor.
Farther on is the first-aid station, where a moment never goes by without finding wounded there——
Then it is the P. C. of the colonel, where there is always a great bustle, and where one must say to the poilu,
"Out of the way, mon petit, let me pass."
Eparges, The "Ravine of Death"
From left to right: Lieutenant Blanc, Captain Gunther, Sub-Lieutenant Capart.
Finally, the subterranean passage about sixty feet in length, and we come out in a spot not so dark: Woevre plain is down there. We turn to the right. It is the "Ravine of Death," where trees mutilated by projectiles are silhouetted against the night like a band of witches.