"General, it's for the filth——"
"For what?"
"The filth."
"The filth?"
"Ah! general, it is all that you see here: the mud, the dirt, the bugs, with trampled boxes of singe and sardines under foot. This damned soil, which—which smells bad—general, all this is filth!"[17]
THE RETURN OF ST. ANDRÉ, EPARGES.
November, 1915.
"Good morning, St. André—that you? Come in, mon petit, I'm glad to see you again."
"Yes, captain, here I am."
It is at Eparges, during the month of November, 1915. We are in Captain Gunther's dugout, who commands the 14th Company, 15th Corps of Engineers.
The weather is horrible. Outside the rain falls incessantly. The mud, the mud, the rotten, cursed mud is everywhere.