| battle, old boy," continued the loud soldier |
July 10, 2017, 1:36 p.m. |
| concluded that the stupidity did not greatly matter |
July 10, 2017, 1:35 p.m. |
| good to nobody and jest tiring ourselves out." |
July 10, 2017, 1:27 p.m. |
| while others seems content with little ones |
July 10, 2017, 1:27 p.m. |
| passionate words came to his lips. |
July 10, 2017, 1:26 p.m. |
| life he had perhaps concealed from his friends. |
July 10, 2017, 1:25 p.m. |
| they were taking him out to be slaughtered. |
July 10, 2017, 1:25 p.m. |
| the color bearer habitually oiled the pole. |
July 10, 2017, 1:23 p.m. |
| the monotony of his suffering, he fell asleep. |
July 10, 2017, 1:21 p.m. |
| continued on his way and made no reply. |
July 10, 2017, 1:21 p.m. |
| says we'll get plenty of fighting this time |
July 10, 2017, 1:20 p.m. |
| one of sympathy for himself in his distress. |
July 10, 2017, 1:20 p.m. |
| files by his biting sarcasms aimed at the tall one. |
July 10, 2017, 1:19 p.m. |
| the bodies of marching men. |
July 10, 2017, 1:19 p.m. |
| He wondered how long they were to be kept waiting. |
July 10, 2017, 1:18 p.m. |
