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one lands behind us. some recruits jump up terrified.

a couple of minutes later another comes over, nearer this time.

then it begins in earnest. the next lands fair amongst us. two fellows cry out. green rockets shoot up on the sky-line. barrage! the mud flies high, fragments whizz past. the crack of the guns is heard long after the roar of the explosions.

beside us lies a fair-headed recruit in utter terror. he has buried his face in his hands, his helmet has fallen off.

I get hold of it and try to put it back on his head.

we’re infor it.