The Forest is both above and below the road and from out of it there comes a continual screaming.

There is every note in this babel of voices, mad notes, plaintive notes, angry notes, whimpering notes.

One wounded man is very slowly trying to drag himself across the road, and his foot which is nearly severed from his leg waggles behind him.

One path that leads from the road to the Forest is piled with bodies and is a stream of blood.

Some of the dead are lying very quietly in the ditch, their heads pillowed on their arms--every now and then something that you had thought dead stirs....