Flanders
“A headache was all it was, remedied easy by an aspirin powder. On the way back I was alone, threading my way up the communications trench, when I turned a corner and came upon a Boche. It took a heartbeat for me to believe what I was seeing. You understand, Bobby? There was a Boche in the trench. A Boche, just standing there. He was so young and he looked so lost that I never even shouldered my rifle. He was wounded. There were great blossoms of blood all across his belly, and his helmet was off. I wondered how he had got misplaced so bad, and if he wasn’t scared to death. Then he raised his head and looked right at me. He had guileless brown eyes and a baby face and pudgy hands, so new to the front that he hadn’t had time to get worn thin and hard. Lord God, he was a pitiful sight. Young and sorely wounded. His right hand was missing. I took a step forward and he started fading. When he went, he went misty-like. I could see the dirt wall of the trench through him. I called out for hi...m to stop, but I wasn’t quick enough.MoreLess
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