He looks at me and understands from my attitude that I, too, must go on.
“Shall we try it?”
“If you wish, Captain.”
“In case of accident, my pocketbook is in the pocket of my jacket, here ... you will take it to the officer of details of the ... first Zouaves.”
“Mine is here, Captain.”
I indicate the left pocket of my tunic.
“All right.”
“Let’s go.”
He grasps my hand and we advance flat on the ground, bounding from one shell hole to another farther ahead.