"Captain Barnes," Bob said, "you have said it yourself. I have been shot in the chest and am plainly a casualty of war, hors de combat , and for now my duties must be assumed by another sergeant.... Fortunately your company’s assignment is trivial. There will be no counter-attack made against yonder castle this afternoon." Bob turned his back on Barnes and strode down the slope of the rampart, muttering, "Or this month, this year, this century."