“It does not go,” answered the boy like that French sergeant in Ablain St. -Nazaire. “This is a bad place. I lose my men every day. There were three killed yesterday, and six wounded. Today already there are two killed and ten wounded.”

Something broke in his voice.

“ Ce n’est pas bon du tout, du tout! ” (“It is not good at all, at all!”)

The captain clapped him on the shoulders, tried to cheer him.

“ Courage, mon vieux! ”