La soif nous tourmente,
Et la poudre asphyxiante,
Nous etouffe au dessus du marche.
III
Malgre nos souffrances,
Nous gardons l'esperance
D' voir le jour,
De notr' retour
De r'trouver nos parents,
Nos femmes et nos enfants.
Plein de joie,
Oui ma foi,
Mais pour arriver,
A ce jour tant reve,
Nous devons tous y mettre du coeur,
C'est avec patience,
Et plein de confiance,
Que nous repouss'rons les oppresseurs.
Refrain
Pour chasser ces maudits All'mands
Crack! Il faut des obus.
En plein dedans mon commandant,
Crack! Encore des obus.
Et la baionnett' dans les reins,
Nous les chass'rons au dela du Rhin.
La victoire des Allies s'ra due
A la valse des obus.
_There is little value in telling of suffering unless something can
be done about it. So I close this book with an appeal for help in a
worthy work._
REMAKING FRANCE
There was a young peasant farmer who went out with his fellows, and
stopped the most powerful and perfectly equipped army of history. He
saved France, and the cause of gentleness and liberty. He did it by the
French blood in him--in gay courage and endurance. He was happy in doing
it, or, if not happy, yet glorious. But he paid the price. The enemy
artillery sent a splinter of shell that mangled his arm. He lay out
through the long night on the rich infected soil.
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