| it without covering several punctures. |
June 2, 2017, 6:44 a.m. |
| its diminutive reserves of half a company each- |
June 2, 2017, 6:43 a.m. |
| would otherwise attach to it. |
June 2, 2017, 6:41 a.m. |
| these men it would have crackled and shot sparks. |
June 2, 2017, 6:41 a.m. |
| dimly discernible, were clammy and cold. |
June 2, 2017, 6:40 a.m. |
| the time my regiment had reached the plateau |
June 2, 2017, 6:30 a.m. |
| their officers, with never a flinching. |
June 2, 2017, 6:29 a.m. |
| a sudden silence of small-arms told their own tale. |
June 2, 2017, 6:29 a.m. |
| the anxiety with which we watched them leaping down. |
June 2, 2017, 6:28 a.m. |
| fire crossed over to us by way of welcome |
June 2, 2017, 6:28 a.m. |
| new lines being constantly drawn across. |
June 2, 2017, 6:27 a.m. |
| a national cemetery and other improvements. |
June 2, 2017, 6:26 a.m. |
| forget the wild intoxication of its music? |
June 2, 2017, 6:26 a.m. |
| prepared by white hands for their undoing. |
June 2, 2017, 6:25 a.m. |
| the phosphorescent glow of decaying wood. |
June 1, 2017, 12:10 p.m. |
