Here was a man whose feet were damaged.

He had a crutch made of a spade handle.
Next would be a man with a hole in his neck, and the bandages had pulled away from about his throat, showing the raw inflamed hole.

In this parade I saw a French infantryman aided along by a captured Zouave on one side and on the other by a German sentry who swung his loaded carbine in his free hand.

Behind them I saw an awful nightmare of a man--a man whose face and bare cropped head and hands and shoes were all of a livid, poisonous, green cast.

A shell of some new and particularly devilish variety had burst near him and the fumes which it generated in bursting had dyed him green.