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I beg your pardon.
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One gets into a loose way of speaking.
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Then some people carried pieces of a nurse into the hut.
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Oh, Christopher...
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You cannot possibly conceive of the quantity of explosives
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the armies throw at each other for each man killed.
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The shells make a continuous noise,
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sometimes like an enormous machine breaking apart.
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Other times they come whistling towards you
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in a thoughtful sort of a way,
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and then go, "Crump!" and the screw-cap flies off,
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hurtling through the air, screaming.