He is dead! He has not changed his position, but his face is waxen. His two arms are extended with fists clenched toward the heaven he has without doubt cursed!
After having contemplated the dead boy, I retrace my route, with lowered head, to find my companions——
I had not gone fifty steps before I met, face to face, one of my comrades of the attack that morning——
"What are you doing here—you, too?"
"I come to help him out——"
"He is dead——"
"Let's go back."
It is night. What quiet after that terrible day of battle. Glorious day!