Ah! what wouldn't he give to pay those boches back for having began this holocaust——
Suddenly an explosion, more violent than the one before, shook us in our chairs.
It is they this time who have sprung the mine. There will be many casualties!
We jumped up and left the dugout.
It was raining; but at the same moment the cannonade raged. French and German shells tore through the air with frightful screams, an acrid smoke hung between Montgirmont and Eparges, machine-guns kicked up a deafening tumult—you damned coffee-mills—va!
Flament preceded me—he walked with his head high. How good-looking he is with his Tam O'Shanter cocked over one ear in the midst of bursting projectiles, face to the enemy——
A 77 hits him squarely, carrying away his thigh and half of his face——
My sergeant and two of his sappers collect the pieces. They carry this poor corpse, still heaving and stained with mud, into our little wooden chapel a few steps away——