A Greek thought I looked funny sitting groaning on the little donkey; which I did--I looked ridiculous.

So he laughed, and Bass and a French journalist batted him over the face and left me clinging to the donkey's neck and howling to them to come back and hold me up.

But they preferred to fight, and a policeman came along and arrested the unhappy Greek and beat him over the head, just for luck, and marched him off to jail, just for laughing.
They took me to the hospital ship which was starting, and I came to Athens that way with one hundred and sixteen wounded; the man on my right had his ankles gone and the man on the left had a bullet in his side.

They groaned all night and so did I.

Then when the sun rose they sang, which was worse.