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He stared at us with wild, red eyes.
"Ach, mein armes Weib! Meine Kinder!. . . Ach, Gott in Himmel!"
He had no pride, no dignity, no courage.
This tall, bearded man, father of a family, put his hands against the
wall and laid his head on his arm and wept.


XII

During the battle, for several days I went with other men to various
points of view, trying to see something of the human conflict from
slag heaps and rising ground, but could only see the swirl and flurry
of gun-fire and the smoke of shells mixing with wet mist, and the
backwash of wounded and prisoners, and the traffic of guns, and
wagons, and supporting troops. Like an ant on the edge of a volcano I
sat among the slag heaps with gunner observers, who were listening at
telephones dumped down in the fields and connected with artillery
brigades and field batteries.
"The Guards are fighting round Fosse 8," said one of these observers.
Through the mist I could see Fosse 8, a flat-topped hill of coal-dust.


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