They have not yet learned what to do. We found one dug-out full of them, with blue heads and black lips. Some of them in a shell hole took off their masks too soon ; they did not know that the gas lies longest in the hollows; when they saw others on top without maks they pulled theirs off too and swallowed enough to scorch their lungs.
My disquietude grows. A terrible feeling of foreignness suddenly rises up in me. I cannot find my way back, I am shut out though I entreat earnestly and put forth all my strength. Nothing stirs, listless and wretched, like a condemned man, I sit there and the past withdraws itself.
"You might have spared yourself that," says an orderly. I look at him without comprehending. He points to Kat. "He is stone dead." I do not understand him. "He has been hit in the shin," I say. The orderly stands still. "That as well."