Chapter 35 No.35

Quis Dabit Capiti Meo, Aquam Et Oculis Meis Fontem

Lacrymarum Et Plorabo Die Ac Nocte!

I hastened, and what a horrible sight! Old acquaintances crippled with shots, the gore protruding from the bayonet wounds, their clothes and flesh burning all the while. Poor Thonen had his mouth literally choked with bullets; my neighbour and mate Teddy Mo

            
            

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