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he pushes the helmet off and like a little child creeps under my arm, his head close to my breast.

the little shoulders heave. just like kemmerich’s. I let him be.

it’s got someone pretty badly. cries are heard between the explosions.

at last it grows quiet. the fire has lifted over us and is now dropping on the reserves. red rockets shoot up to the sky. apparently there’s an attack coming.

so that the helmet should be of some use I stick it on his behind; not for jest, but since it is his highest point.

I sit up and shake the recruit by the shoulders.

all over, kid! it’s all right this time. you’ll get used to it soon.