"All that, it makes me ill," growled Blaire, sullen, but with a flash of fury.
"We others, we've seen nothing—seeing that we don't see anything—but if we did see—!"
"Old chap," Volpatte cried, "those depots—take notice of what I say—you'd have to turn the Seine, the Garonne, the Rhone and the Loire into them to clean them. In the interval, they're living, and they live well, and they go to doze peacefully every night, every night!"
The soldier held his peace. In the distance he saw the night as they would pass it—cramped up, trembling with vigilance in the deep darkness, at the bottom of the listening-hole whose ragged jaws showed in black outline all around whenever a gun hurled its dawn into the sky.
Bitterly said Cocon: "All that, it doesn't give you any desire to die."
"Yes, it does," some one replies tranquilly. "Yes, it does. Don't exaggerate, old kipper-skin."
[note 1:] Thirty or thirty-one years old in 1914.—Tr.
[note 2:] A-shape badges worn on the left arm to indicate the duration of service at the front.—Tr.
[note 3:] Soldiers voluntarily enlisted in ordinary times for three, four, or five years. Those enlisted for four or five year' have the right to choose their arm of the service, subject to conditions.—Tr.