We're in for it. Then it begins in earnest. We crawl away as well as we can in our haste. The next lands fair amongst us. Two fellows cry out.
Green rockets shoot up on the sky-line.
Beside us lies a fair-headed recruit in utter terror. He looks up, pushes the helmet off and like a child creeps under my arm, his head close to my breast. The little shoulders heave. Shoulders just like Kemmerich's. I let him be.