It was the first time I’d seen any of them up close.
When the air was full of shouts and gunfire all of their faces seemed to blur into one… but now, as they joined our boys in scrabbling over a tatty football in the No-Man’s-Land, I could pick out individual faces. Some of them, like our own Private Jenkins, were clearly too young to be here; others had seen enough bloodshed for a lifetime.
I got up to join in, wondering if I’d be able to turn my gun on any of those faces on the battlefield tomorrow.
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