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13a rusted coil of barbed wire lying on the ground like a crown of thorns, and soon the wayward creature flits once more and is goneA brown sparrow searches for the eaves of a cottage that ceases to exist till in despair it flies to the ghostly stump of a tree and perches there as still and as silent as a little image carved in wood.A party of Sappers are repairing a shell-battered and broken road in the devastated land that guns and ammunition may be taken closer to the enemy. They laugh and curse and joke as they work for today they live, and life so close to death has every right and reason not to be sad. They gather bricks and stones from the flattened heap of debris that was once a village, avoiding little mounds that cover dead men there.Hidden guns, many in cunningly
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