They were living in the raggedest fashion, a week's growth of beard on their chins, their beds unmade, the floor littered with ends of cigarettes, pieces of paper, journals.
"Been here weeks," they apologetically explained to us.

"Come in and have a meal with us whenever you like." They resembled animals in a cave.

When they were not on duty they played _chemin-de-fer_ and slept.

Meanwhile for three days and nights our work was slight.

The battle drew further away into the Forest.