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then single shots crack out. the black heap convulses and then sinks down.

slowly, humbly, they sink to the ground.

detering walks up and down cursing.

we go back. it is time we returned to the lorries. it is three o’clock in the morning, and the sky has become brighter. we return again to a zone of mist and a cemetery that we had passed earlier.

that moment it breaks out behind us, swells, roars, and thunders. a cloud of flame shoots up a hundred yards ahead of us.

like to know what harm they’ve done...

...I tell youit is the vilest baseness to use horses in a war.

that’s a bad sign.

we’ll soon be out of it, kat.

I don’tknow, I don’t know...

take cover!cover!

a second volley explodes in the nearby woods that rises slowly into the air. three or four trees sail up and crash to pieces.