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It was morning and he had slept long. The guns that grew active at dawn had not woke him; in those twelve days they had grown too familiar, but he woke wide when he heard the young English soldier with a bundle of three days old papers under his arm calling "Paiper, paiper!"  bringing to that strange camp the voice of the English towns. IT WAS MORNING AND HE HAD SLEPT LONG THE GUNS THAT GREW ACTIVE AT DAWN HAD NOT WOKE HIM IN THOSE TWELVE DAYS HE HAD GROWN TOO FAMILIAR BUT HE WOKE WIDE WHEN HE HEARD THE YOUNG ENGLISH SOLDIER WITH A BUNDLE OF THREE DAYS OLD PAPERS UNDER HIS ARM CALLING PAPER PAPER BRINGING TO THAT STRANGE CAMP THE VOICE OF THE ENGLISH TOWNS
d been in the trenches. They had been twelve days in the trenches and had marched out at evening. They had marched five miles and were among tin huts in quite a different world. Through the doorways of the huts green grass could be seen and the sun was shining on it. It was morning. Everything was strangely different. You saw more faces smiling. Men were not so calm as they had been during the last twelve days, the last six especially: someone was kicking a football at somebody else's hut and there was excitement about it. Guns were still firing: but they thought of death now as one who walked on the other side of the hills, no longer as a neighbour, as one who might drop in at any moment, and sometime did, while they were taking tea. It was not that they had been afraid of him, but the strain of expectancy was over; and that strain being suddenly gone in a single night, they all had a need, whether they knew it or not, of something to take its place, so the football loomed very large. NLY THE DAY BEFORE HE HAD BEEN IN THE TRENCHES THEY HAD BEEN TWELVE DAYS IN THE TRENCHES AND HAD MARCHED OUT AT EVENING THEY HAD MARCHED FIVE MILES AND WERE AMONG TEN HUTS IN QUITE A DIFFERENT WORLD THROUGH THE DOORWAYS OF THE HUTS GREEN GRASS COULD BE SEEN AND THE SUN WAS SHINING ON IT IT WAS MORNING EVERYTHING WAS STRANGELY DIFFERENT YOU SAW MORE FACES SMILING MEN WERE NOT SO CALM AS THEY HAD BEEN DURING THE LAST TWELVE DAYS THE LAST SIX ESPECIALLY SOMEONE WAS TAKING A FOOTBALL AT SOME ONE ELSE'S HUT AND THERE WAS EXCITEMENT ABOUT IT GUNS WERE STILL FIRING BUT THEY THOUGHT OF DEATH NOW AS ONE WHO WALKED ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILLS NO LONGER AS A NEIGHBOR AS ONE WHO MIGHT DROP IN AT ANY MOMENT AND SOMETIMES DID WHILE THEY WERE TAKING TEA IT WAS NOT THAT THEY HAD BEEN AFRAID OF HIM BUT THE STRAIN OF EXPECTANCY WAS OVER AND THAT STRAIN BEING SUDDENLY GONE IN A SINGLE NIGHT THEY ALL HAD A NEED WHETHER THEY KNEW IT OR NOT OF SOMETHING TO TAKE ITS PLACE SO THE FOOTBALL LOOMED VERY LARGE
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