Even as I entered the stout doctor rose, shaking his head.
I had only that one glimpse of her face on my entry, because, at the shake of the doctor's head, a sanitar stepped forward and covered her with a cloth.

But I shall see her face as it was until I die.

Her eyes were closed, she seemed very peaceful....

But I cannot write of it, even now....
My business here is simply with facts, and I must be forgiven if now I am brief in my account.
The room was just as it had been earlier in the afternoon; I saw the sardine-tin, the dirty plate that had a little cloud of flies upon it; the room seemed under the evening sun full of gold dust.

I crossed over to our soldiers and asked them how it had been.