In the meantime it has become pitch dark. We skirt a small wood and then have the front-line immediately before us. An uncertain red glow spreads along the skyline from one end to the other. It is in perpetual movement, punctuated with the bursts of flame from the nozzles of the batteries. Balls of light rise up high above it, silver and red spheres which explode and rain down in showers of red, white, and green stars.
French rockets go up, which unfold a silk parachute to the air and drift slowly down.
They light up everything as bright as day, their light shines on us and we see our shadows sharply outlined on the ground. They hover for the space of a minute before they burn out. Immediately fresh ones shoot up in the sky, and again green, red, and blue stars. Karl whistles through his teeth. The thunder of the guns swells to a single heavy roar and then breaks up again into separate explosions.