A big van full of wounded Germans has arrived.

From the windows we can see it distinctly.

The more seriously hurt lie on the bed of the wagon, under the hood.

The man who drives has one leg in splints; and of the two who sit at the tail gate, holding rifles upright, one has a bandaged head, and the other has an arm in a sling.
Unless a German is so seriously crippled as to be entirely unfitted for service he manages to do something useful.

There are no loose ends and no waste to the German military system; I can see that.