"And the priests?"
"No, you idiot, why bring them into it——"
"—they have burned villages, massacred, killed old men, pillaged, robbed——"
"We will repay them—an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."
"Yes. When we get into their country, we will organize bands. We will have violaters, pillagers—incendiaries——"
"In what category do you want to be, Father?"
A CORPSE BETWEEN THE LINES, THE GREAT DUNE.
May, 1915.
While returning from a night reconnaissance between the lines one of our Zouaves had been killed; his body lay for several days in the sand about forty feet from our first line.
His corporal, a very brave Alsatian, could not look over the parapet without noticing his comrade's body did not shrink fast enough. Morning and night he was seen very pensive, talking to himself, irritable with the men——