MY LIFE BELONGS TO YOU! BAR-LE-DUC.
June 8, 1916.
"Capart!"
I turned around. It is he! I saluted respectfully.
"Are you settled?"
"Yes, general. I am glad for this opportunity alone to tell you how grateful I am for having been appointed by you. You can count on me no matter what circumstance. Ask of me what you will, my life belongs to you, general, I give it to you——"
Our glances met, and he said:
"I know it."
THE REGIMENT WHICH PASSES, NETTANCOURT.
July, 1916.
The sun has just come up—I open my eyes. I am not wrong, it is the blowing of bugles that wakens me——