“Let’s stop the second blast, at least!” said Enjolras.
And lowering his rifle, he took aim at the chief gunner, who at that moment was bent over the breech, making one last correction to the laying of the gun.
This chief gunner was a handsome artillery sergeant, extremely young, blond, with a very kindly face and the look of intelligence fitting in one who was in charge of this fateful and dangerous weapon of horror which, if ever more refined, must eventually kill off war.
Combeferre, standing beside Enjolras, observed the young man.
“The pity of it!” said Combeferre. “How appalling such slaughter is! Well, when there are no more kings, there’ll be no more war. Enjolras, you’re aiming at that sergeant, you’re not looking at him. Believe it or not, he’s a charming young man, he’s brave, you can see he’s capable of thought - they’re very educated, these young artillerymen - he has a father, a mother, a family, he probably has a sweetheart, he’s twenty-five at most, he could be your brother.”
“He is,” said Enjolras.
“Yes,” replied Combeferre, “and mine too. So let’s not kill him.”
“Don’t interfere. What must be, must be.”
And a tear trickled slowly down Enjolras’ marble cheek.
- Les Miserables Tome V, Book I, Chapter VIII
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