I have just passed the night at Froideterre,[28] which has been
well named--At dawn the sound of the battle diminished. On leaving
the shelter where I had been installed, I saw, a few steps away, an
airplane, its tail in the air, that I had noticed the night before----
At Brigade Headquarters I was asked to interrogate two young German
officers who had been captured on the backbone of Pepper Hill----
I go back to Bras over the same route that I came. The ruins of the
village are flooded with mud. For a whole year, day in and day out, I
was once at Bras, but then it was a pretty village with inhabitants----