They hurry on, striding over the bodies of their comrades who have fallen——
Verdun and the Meuse, March 23rd, 1916.
ANXIOUS HOURS, VERDUN.
March, 1916.
To-night we sent one of our men to the Citadel of Verdun to send a package of papers to Colonel Benoit.
We were at table—Habert lighted the lamp and night had fallen. Our orderly had scarcely placed the rabbit stew on the table than three violent raps were heard at the door.
An old Territorial, with a dejected air, entered the dining-room, and we saw by his bearing he came to announce a misfortune——
"What is it you have, mon petit?"
"Are you Lieutenant Capart?"