Encouragement.
Perseverance.
Ardor.
Resolution.
Greatness.
Energy.
Sublimity.
Champagne and liquor have their effect—now the music commences!
First the "Marseillaise" rings out. Could the boches have heard us from the bottom of their pits they would realize we were all ready to conquer or to die.
Then each one sings his little chanson—these pretty French songs full of verve and spirit. How odd it is to hear sung "The Marriage of Mademoiselle Fallières," here in this dugout, mute witness to so much drama——
The hour to separate has come. Each must take up his duties, save those who return to the rear.
It is midnight—and it is clear and calm.
I leave with Captain Gunther to go into the first line. It is well that our poilus see that we are at their side—are they not our brothers? We wish as well to know what the boches are doing!