chapter  XXXII
Let People See What People Are Like!
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Suddenly, at monte lemarle, the command was “Forward!” No one knew where. We dragged ourselves along, trudged, trotted like cattle; it was chaos and night. Stinking mounds lay there —dead horses; wounded lay groaning for help—they could neither die nor move; you trod on something, a soft mass that once had been a man. Groups came toward us, a few wounded and prisoners.