He had but little clothing on, save his blouse and cap.

Ulcers of some kind had formed in his abdomen, and these were now masses of squirming worms.

It was so much worse than the usual forms of suffering, that quite a little crowd of compassionate spectators gathered around and expressed their pity.
The sufferer turned to one who lay beside him with: "Comrade: If we were only under the old Stars and Stripes, we wouldn't care a G-d d--n for a few worms, would we ?" This was not profane.

It was an utterance from the depths of a brave man's heart, couched in the strongest language at his command.

It seemed terrible that so gallant a soul should depart from earth in this miserable fashion.