And a soldier ventures to add this sentence, though he begins it
with lowered voice, "If the present war has advanced progress by one
step, its miseries and slaughter will count for little." 

And while we get ready to rejoin the others and begin war again, the
dark and storm-choked sky slowly opens above our heads.  Between two
masses of gloomy cloud a tranquil gleam emerges; and that line of
light, so blackedged and beset, brings even so its proof that the
sun is there. 

THE END 

End of the Project Gutenberg Etext of Under Fire, by Henri Barbusse