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And on the wall of the room in which I stood, someone had proudly written his regiment's name, The 156th Wurtemburgers. It was written in chalk; and another man had come and had written two words before it and had recorded the name of his own regiment too. AND ON THE WALL OF THE ROOM IN WHICH I STOOD SOME ONE HAD PROUDLY WRITTEN HIS REGIMENT'S NAME THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SIXTH VERTEMBURGER'S IT WAS WRITTEN IN CHALK AND ANOTHER MAN HAD COME AND HAD WRITTEN TWO WORDS BEFORE IT AND HAD RECORDED THE NAME OF HIS OWN REGIMENT TOO
he twists of that battered staircase that men would yet come again and seek sleep at evening by way of those broken steps; the hand-rail and the banisters streamed down from the top, a woman's dress lolled down from the upper room above those aimless steps, the laths of the ceiling gaped, the plaster was gone; of all the hopes men hope that can never be fulfilled, of all desires that ever come too late, most futile was the hope expressed by that stairway's posture that ever a family would come home there again or tread those steps once more. And, if in some far country one should hope, who has not seen Albert, out of compassion for these poor people of France, that where a staircase still remains there may be enough of a house to shelter those who called it home again, I will tell one thing more: there blew inside that house the same wind that blew outside, the wind that wandered free over miles of plains wandered unchecked through that house; there was no indoors or outdoors any more. EMED A HOPE IN THE TWISTS OF THAT BATTERED STAIRCASE THAT MEN WOULD YET COME AGAIN AND SEEK SLEEP AT EVENING BY WAY OF THOSE BROKEN STEPS THE HANDRAIL AND THE BANISTERS STREAMED DOWN FROM THE TOP A WOMAN'S DRESS LOLLED DOWN FROM THE UPPER ROOM ABOVE THOSE AIMLESS STEPS THE LATHES OF THE CEILING GAPED THE PLASTER WAS GONE OF ALL THE HOPES MEN HOPE THAT CAN NEVER BE FULFILLED OF ALL DESIRES THAT EVER COME TOO LATE MOST FUTILE WAS THE HOPE EXPRESSED BY THAT STAIRWAY'S POSTURE THAT EVER A FAMILY WOULD COME HOME THERE AGAIN OR TREAD THOSE STEPS ONCE MORE AND IF IN SOME FAR COUNTRY ONE SHOULD HOPE WHO HAS NOT SEEN ALBERT OUT OF COMPASSION FOR THOSE POOR PEOPLE OF FRANCE THAT WHERE A STAIRCASE STILL REMAINS THERE MAY BE ENOUGH OF A HOUSE TO SHELTER THOSE WHO CALLED IT HOME AGAIN I WILL TELL ONE THING MORE THERE BLEW INSIDE THAT HOUSE THE SAME WIND THAT BLEW OUTSIDE THE WIND THAT WANDERED FREE OVER MILES OF PLAINS WANDERED UNCHECKED THROUGH THAT HOUSE THERE WERE NO INDOORS OR OUTDOORS ANY MORE
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