There, standing waist high in the opposing trench, less than a hundred yards away, was a young boy — no more than a teenager. Both men froze as they'd been taught to do when a star shell exploded, but Bird knew the boy had seen him.
Là, à moins d'une centaine de mètres, le torse émergeant au-dessus de la tranchée ennemie, se tenait un jeune homme qui ne devait être encore qu'un adolescent.