And so two of them, done with pack-drill, goose-step, half rations and forced marches, lay under the straw the priests had heaped upon them.

The toes of their boots were pointed grotesquely upward.

Their gray hands were clasped rigidly as though in prayer.
Half hidden in the straw, the others were as silent and almost as still.
Since they had been dropped upon the stone floor they had not moved, but lay in twisted, unnatural attitudes.

Only their eyes showed that they lived.

These were turned beseechingly upon the French Red Cross doctors, kneeling waist-high in the straw and unreeling long white bandages.