The quiet comments breathed from the darkness were composed either of praises or curses; these were good and clear-sighted officers; those were triflers or skulkers.
"That's one that's killed some men!" "That's one I'd be killed for!" "The infantry officer who really does all he ought," Pelican declared, "well, he get's killed." "Or else he's lucky." "There's black and there's white in the company officers.

At bottom you know, I say they're men.

It's just a chance you've got whether you tumble on the good or the bad sort.

No good worrying.

It's just luck." "More's the pity for us." The soldier who said that smiled vaguely, lighted by a reflection from the chiefs.