The others jest too, unpleasant jests, but what else can a man do?—The coffins are really for us. The organization surpasses itself in that kind of thing.
The explosion of mines mingles with the gunfire. That is the most dementing convulsion of all. The whole region where they go up becomes one grave.
We are so completely played out that in spite of our great hunger we do not think of the provisions. Then gradually we become something like men again.
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