"There are others that are in the open. We're not the only ones."

"We are!" said Tulacque, sharply; "we're almost the only ones!"

He added, "You may say--I know well enough what you'll tell me--that
it was the motor lorries and the heavy artillery that brought it off
at Verdun. It's true, but they've got a soft job all the same by the
side of us. We're always in danger, against their once, and we've
got the bullets and the bombs, too, that they haven't. The heavy
artillery reared rabbits near their dug-outs, and they've been
making themselves omelettes for eighteen months. We are really in
danger. Those that only get a bit of it, or only once, aren't in it
at all. Otherwise, everybody would be. The nursemaid strolling the
streets of Paris would be, too, since there are the Taubes and the
Zeppelins, as that pudding-head said that the pal was talking about
just now."

"In the first expedition to the Dardanelles, there was actually a
chemist wounded by a shell. You don't believe me, but it's true all
the same--an officer with green facings, wounded!"

"That's chance, as I wrote to Mangouste, driver of a remount horse
for the section, that got wounded--but it was done by a motor
lorry."

"That's it, it's like that. After all, a bomb can tumble down on a
pavement, in Paris or in Bordeaux."

"Oui, oui; so it's too easy to say, 'Don't let's make distinctions
in danger!' Wait a bit. Since the beginning, there are some of those