France -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
with falling leaves, adorned with jasmines, sprinkled with water.
"Halt!" commanded the sergeant.
I stopped, and in order not to sink down to the ground I had to hold
on to the arm of a comrade. I awoke from my trance.... Darkness was
all around me. We had come to the entrance of a forest, near a small
town where the general and most of the officers went to find quarters.
Having pitched my tent, I occupied myself with rubbing my feet, the
skin of which was peeling off, with a candle which I had hidden in my
knapsack, and like an emaciated dog, stretched myself out on the wet
ground and immediately fell asleep. During the night, fellow-soldiers
who, exhausted with fatigue, had dropped out of the ranks on the road,
kept on coming into camp. Of these, five men were never heard from. It
was ever so at each difficult march. Some of the men, weak or sick,
fell into the ditches and died there; others deserted....
The next morning reveille was sounded at dawn. The night had been
extremely cold, it never stopped raining and we could not get any straw
litter or hay to sleep on. It was very difficult for me to get out of
the tent; for a while I was obliged to crawl on my knees on all fours,
my legs refusing to carry me. My limbs were frozen stiff like bars
of iron, I could not move my head on my paralyzed neck, and my eyes
which felt as if they had been pricked by numerous tiny needles, kept
shedding tears in ceaseless streams.... At the same time I felt an
acute, lancinating, unbearable pain in my back and shoulders. I noticed
that my comrades fared no better. With drawn faces of ghostly pallor
they were advancing, some limping piteously, others bent down and
staggering over clumps of underbrush--all lame, mournful and covered
with mud. I saw several men who, seized with the colic, writhed and
twisted their mouths, holding their hands to their bellies. Some of
them were shivering with fever, and their teeth chattered with cold.
All around us one could hear dry coughs rending human breasts, groans,
short and raucous breathing. A hare ventured out of its cover and fled
wildly, with its ears flapping, but no one thought of pursuing the
animal as we used sometimes to do. After the roll call, foodstuffs were
distributed, as the commissary regained our regiment. We made some soup
which we ate as greedily as half-starved dogs.
I was still suffering. After the soup I had an attack of dizziness
followed by vomiting, and I shook with fever. Everything around me
was in a whirl--the tents, the forest, the fields, the small town way
yonder, whose chimneys were smoking in the mist, and the sky where
huge clouds were floating, bleak and low. I asked the sergeant for
permission to see a doctor.
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