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Updated: June 20, 2025
Aides, messengers, and orderlies hastened in and out. There were twenty men in the pit Kohlvihr the center of all. Big Belt was ministering a flask, a momentary massage, a steady run of comment, ruddy from the heart.... The activity came to him again. Kohlvihr was actually planning another infantry advance.
So far mental processes seemed adequate, but this changed in no way his attitude toward the atrocious activity in the brain of Kohlvihr of the bomb-proof pit. Kohlvihr might sally forth for his wounded; hundreds were dying out there in the windy hollow. He, Peter Mowbray, had seen their faces their bodies to the end of sight.
Boylan noted how much taller the singer was than even the tall Russian officer as the two stood together. "The men are very tired, Poltneck," Dabnitz began. "Much has been required of them, and much is still required. We want you to help us." "Yes?" Poltneck had been looking about, interested as a kitten in a strange house. He regarded Kohlvihr and the rest, the trace of a smile around his mouth.
That day in the column Spenski was called into the personal escort of Kohlvihr, Boylan accompanying. Samarc and Peter rode as usual with the forward infantry just behind the van, headquarters back a quarter of a mile. "Tell me about Spenski," Peter asked. "He's an interesting chap. I heard him talking to you about the stars last evening, before supper, pointing out Venus and Jupiter."
These men work in the midst of action. Moreover, our troops are hard pressed. Our division has borne the brunt for three days in almost unparalleled action." "Would you advise me to leave them funking in the trenches?" Kohlvihr demanded.
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