And the screaming from the Forest is incessant so that you simply don't hear the shell (now very close indeed)....
There _is_, you know, that world somewhere with the Rev.Someone lecturing on Fools and "the class 'Ruysdael' costing in the neighbourhood of $100." At least, it's very important if I'm to continue to keep my head steady that I should _know_ that it is there! It seemed that we were the first Red Cross people to arrive.

Oh! what rewards would I have offered for another ten wagons! How lamentably insufficient our three carts appeared standing there in the road with this screaming Forest on every side of one! As I waited there, overwhelmed by the blind indifference of the place, listening still to the incredible birds, seeing in the businesslike attentions of my sanitars only a further incredible indifference, a great stream of soldiers came up the road, passing into the first line of trenches, only a little deeper in the Forest.

They were very hot, the perspiration dripping down their faces, but they went through to the position without a glance at the dead and wounded.

No concern of _theirs_--that.

Life had changed; they had changed with it....
Meanwhile they did as they were told....
We worked there, filling our wagons.