I turned my steps towards my section; I was coming down to earth, returning to grim reality....
What a sight met my eyes!
The piles of arms had been broken everywhere; yonder, the neighbouring battalion was dispersing in the greatest disorder; our lot, disbanded too, were jostling each other on the road. A regular panic! Guillaumin, bareheaded, and haggard....
"I was looking for you!" he shouted. "What do you say to this?"
"What? What do you mean?"
"They're firing on us!"
"Who?"
Dragging me along, he gasped: