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“They even want us to take a handful of money for our dog—but we draw the line there; let them offer what they will, the dog stays with us.”

“And sometimes too the shells would bring them back among us again—crumbling bones tossed up, scraps of uniforms, wet, decayed hands, already earthy”

“The scraping sound of belts being tightened, a clatter of rifles, the sickly smell of death suddenly rises up again out of the earth. And we had hoped at last to have escaped it for ever!”