Two days later an Army Order came from G.H.Q., to the effect that men found fraternising with the enemy would be court-martialled, and, if found guilty, would suffer the death penalty. And again in that place the Very lights soared over No Man’s Land at night, and bullets cut showers of splinters from the trees, and sometimes human flesh and bone. So Hope sank into the mud again, but did not die, despite a withering anew as each poor human unit fell in machine-gun mort-blast and colossal reverberating rending of the shells of those four years – the years whose truth seems to be incommunicable.
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