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God I wish I was illiterate sometimes

We hear the number of our company called again and again. He will call a long time, they do not hear him in the hospitals and the shell-holes.
Once again: “second company, this way!”
It was still summer when we came up, and we were a hundred and fifty strong. Now we freeze, it is autumn, the leaves rustle, the vices flutter out wearily: “one-two-three-four-“ and cease at thirty two.