Sometimes we were too brutally rescued from the pressure of the cold by braziers, whose poisonous heat split one's head.

And we forgot it all at each change of scene.

I had begun to note the names of places we were going to, but I lost myself in the black swarm of words when I tried to recall them.

And the diversity and the crowds of the men around me were such that I managed only with difficulty to attach fleeting names to their faces.
My companions did not look unfavorably on me, but I was no more than another to them.

In intervals among the occupations of the rest-camp, I wandered spiritless, blotted out by the common soldiers' miserable uniform, familiarly addressed by any one and every one, and stopping no glance from a woman, by reason of the non-coms.
I should never be an officer, like the Trompsons' son.