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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. 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
se mined paths I stood. After Hell He heard an English voice shouting, "Paiper! Paiper!" No mere spelling of the word will give the intonation. It was the voice of English towns he heard again. The very voice of London in the morning. It seemed like magic, or like some wonderfully vivid dream. He was only a hundred miles or so from England; it was not very long since he had been there; yet what he heard seemed like an enchanted dream, because only 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 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. NHAPPY FAR OFF THINGS BY LORD DUNSTONEY PART NINE AFTER HELL HE HEARD AN ENGLISH VOICE SHOUTING PAPER PAPER NO MERE SPELLING OF THE WORD WILL GIVE THE INTONATION IT WAS THE VOICE OF ENGLISH TOWNS HE HEARD AGAIN THE VERY VOICE OF LONDON IN THE MORNING IT SEEMED LIKE MAGIC OR LIKE SOME WONDERFULLY VIVID DREAM HE WAS ONLY A HUNDRED MILES OR SO FROM ENGLAND IT WAS NOT VERY LONG SINCE HE HAD BEEN THERE YET WHAT HE HEARD SEEMED LIKE AN ENCHANTED DREAM BECAUSE ONLY 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
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