Jean-Baptiste
Little drôle. You weren't born.
Angélique
Oh! Whose life did they then save? Maman's?
Jean-Baptiste
But no. She was not born either.
Angélique
Whose life, then—the grandfather's?
Jean-Baptiste
But—even he was not born. (Disconcerted by Angélique's direct tactics.) One sees they could not save the lives of people who were not here. But—they were brave—but [pg 010] yes—and friends to France. And they came across the ocean to fight for France. Big, strong young soldiers in brown uniforms—the grandfather told me about it yesterday. I know it all. His father told him, and he was here. In this field. (Jean-Baptiste looks about the meadow, where the wind blows flowers and wheat.) There was a large battle—a fight very immense. It was not like this then. It was digged over with ditches and the soldiers stood in the ditches and shot at the wicked Germans in the other ditches. Lots and lots of soldiers died.