We don't seem to be able to check it at all. . . . Villages panicking badly. . . . In some places not a living soul. . . . But at any rate the experience gained may come in useful, so I am keeping my notes written up to date in case of accidents. . . .
Death is queer chap to live with for steady company.
There are not leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we sally, Each man reporting for duty alone, out of sight, out of reach, of his fellow. Trained to another use, We march with colours furled, Only concerned when Death breaks loose On a front of half a world. The howling towns stampede, The tainted hamlets die.