Here they lay, these integers of the line, huddled, jumbled.

They had all the contortions, all the frozen ultimate agonies left for survivors to see and remember, so that they should no more go to war.

Again, they lay so peacefully calm that all the lesson was acclaim for happy, painless war.

One rested upon his side, his arm beneath his head as though he slept.

Another sat against a tree, his head fallen slightly forward, his lax arms allowing his hands to droop plaintively, palms upward and half spread, as though he sat in utter weariness.