"Who are you?"
"I'm the whole damned army!"[5]
A STRAYED LETTER, THE GREAT DUNE.
April, 1915.
I came accidentally in the trench, among a lot of leaves, upon a letter from a girl. It was almost covered by the sand.
"It is very lonesome, here, without you," it ran, "I think of you night and day, on the farm, in the fields, always. How wonderful it would be to clasp you in my arms, very, very tightly. I hope a baby will come. If it is a boy we will make him a strong poilu like yourself—if it is a girl we will call her VICTORY—and you see how beautiful the little one—our little one—will be. I will work a bit harder to bring her up well——"
A PERPLEXED CHAPLAIN, THE GREAT DUNE.
April, 1915.
A group of Zouaves have thrown themselves upon the sand. They are discussing animatedly German atrocities and cruelties in the invaded region.
The soldier-chaplain, seated by their side, says nothing, but contents himself with gazing steadily into the sand at their feet.
"Those cutthroats over there have done everything: they have violated women, young girls——"