By reason of some resemblance in outline, I thought of a woman who had loved me.

I recalled the period when life was life, and that beautiful caressing body of once-on-a-time.

It seemed to me that I held her in my arms, so close that I felt her breath, like velvet, on my face.
We got a glimpse of the captain at one review.

Once there was talk of a new draft for the front, but it was a false rumor.

Then we said, "There'll never be any war for us," and that was a relief.
My name flashed to my eyes in a departure list posted on the wall.