It was an awful experience, like a stroke of lightning, and I don't think that more than a dozen of us escaped with our lives.

I was wounded in the arm and taken before I could get out of the field.

I was brought here with some other prisoners and I have been sleeping on the ground just beyond that hillock.

I awoke early, and, walking the little distance our guards allow, I happened to recognize your figure lying here.

I was sorry and yet glad to see you, sorry that you were a prisoner, and glad to find at least one whom I knew, a friend." John gave Weber's hand a strong grasp.
"I can say the same about you," he said warmly.