Somewhere in the heart of the deep forest the enemy was hiding.

We would defeat him?
He would catch us unawares?
He had some plot, some hidden surprise?
What should we find when we met him ?...

We hated Germany, God knows, with a quiet, unresting, interminable hatred, but it was not Germany that we were fighting.
And these wounded knew something that we did not.

In the first moments of their agony when we met them their souls had not recovered from the shock of their encounter.

It was, with many of them, more than the mere physical pain.