There is no point in the distance where they are not moving.
Some one says at last:-- "Why, it's the Boches, to be sure!" And then we recognize on the sloping plain the immense geographical form of the army that is coming upon us! * * * * * * Behind and in front of us together, a terrible crackle bursts forth and makes somber captives of us in the depth of a valley of flames, and flames which illuminate the plain of men marching over the plain.

They reveal them afar, in incalculable number, with the first ranks detaching themselves, wavering a little, and forming again, the chalky soil a series of points and lines like something written! Gloomy stupefaction makes us dumb in face of that living immensity.
Then we understand that this host whose fountain-head is out of sight is being frightfully cannonaded by our 75's; the shells set off behind us and arrive in front of us.

In the middle of the lilliputian ranks the giant smoke-clouds leap like hellish gods.

We see the flashes of the shells which are entering that flesh scattered over the earth.

It is smashed and burned entirely in places, and that nation advances like a brazier.
Without a stop it overflows towards us.