ABSTRACT
We had no communications with the main body of the Army. The front was somewhere behind us now. The Italians had made a big band on either side of our entrenchment and pushed their line on far behind us. We lay there, cut off, without food, without water, and with little ammunition. All we had was swollen faces and lice. Now not only the Italian artillery was pounding at us, our own was firing on us too—the Austrian artillery always fired short. The trench traverses were soon swept away, and the big dying began.
