Looking up, I shouted:
"Anything the matter?"
"Yes!"
The squall was not over. Never mind that! I ran along. A man was writhing on the ground.
"It's Blanchet," said Judsi.
"Where's he hit?"
"In the bread-basket."
The poor fellow was lying doubled up on his side. He was holding back his guts with his two hands stuck through a hole in his greatcoat. At a movement he made to push his gun aside, I caught sight of them.... I was petrified with horror, just as I had been one evening when I had seen a child pulled from under a tram. But I realised that everyone's gaze was fixed on me. I said:
"Donnadieu, he's in your half-section, isn't he?"
The corporal did not answer. His face was mottled, and there were beads of perspiration on his forehead.