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Near it lay an iron railing, a hand rail blown there from the railway bridge; a shrapnel bullet had passed through its twisted stem as though it had gone through butter. NEAR IT LAY AN IRON RAILING A HAND RAIL BLOWN THERE FROM THE RAILWAY BRIDGE A SHRAPNEL BULLET HAD PASSED THROUGH ITS TWISTED STEM AS THOUGH IT HAD GONE THROUGH BUTTER
hings in Croisilles, and the last of them is this strange one the old man taught me. I turned and shook hands with him and said good-bye, for I wished to see again our old front line that we used to hold over the hill, now empty, silent at last. "The Boche is defeated," I said. "Vaincu, vaincu," he repeated. And I left him with something almost like happiness looking out of his tearful eyes. Bermondsey _versus_ Wurtemburg The trees grew thinner and thinner along the road, then ceased altogether, and suddenly we saw Albert in the wood of the ghosts of murdered trees, all grey and deserted. Descending into Albert past trees in their agony we came all at once on the houses. You did not see them far off as in other cities; we came on them all at once as you come on a corpse in the grass. We stopped and stood by a house that was covered with plaster marked off to look like great stones, its pitiful pretence laid bare, the slates gone and the rooms gone, the plaster all pitted with shrapnel.  PART FIVE OF UNHAPPY FAR OFF THINGS THIS IS A LIBERVOX RECORDING ALL LIBERVOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN RECORDING BY TRAVICE WAKEMEN SPONSYLVANIA VIRGINIA BURMONDSEY VERSUS VARTEMBERG THE TREES GREW THINNER AND THINNER ALONG THE ROAD THEN CEASED ALTOGETHER AND SUDDENLY WE SAW ALBERT IN THE WOOD OF THE GHOSTS OF MURDERED TREES ALL GREY AND DESERTED DESCENDING INTO ALBERT PAST TREES IN THEIR AGONY WE CAME ALL AT ONCE ON THE HOUSES YOU DID NOT SEE THEM FAR OFF AS IN OTHER CITIES WE CAME ON THEM ALL AT ONCE AS YOU COME ON A CORPSE IN THE GRASS WE STOPPED AND STOOD BY A HOUSE THAT WAS COVERED WITH PLASTER MARKED OFF TO LOOK LIKE GREAT STONES ITS PITIFUL PRETENCE LAID BARE THE SLATES GONE AND THE ROOMS GONE THE PLASTER ALL PITTED WITH SHRAPNEL
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