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kropp talks to an artilleryman who has been some time in this neighborhood.

we are just dozing off when the door opens and kat appears, carrying two loaves of bread under his arm and a blood-stained sandbag full of horse-flesh.

for example, they once moved us toward the front, into what was a small dark fac-tory. there are beds in it, or rather bunks, made with a couple of wooden beams over which wire netting is stretched. the wire netting is hard, and there is nothing to put on it. our water-proof sheets are too thin. we use our blan-kets to cover our-selves.

kat takes haie westhus and goes off to explore. they find a horse box and return with arms full of straw.

now we might sleep if we weren’t so terribly hungry.

is there a canteen anywhere abouts?

is there a what? there’s noth-ing to be had here. you won’t find so much as a crust of bread.

cut somewood.

we’ll have to starve until sup-plies arrive.