SMALL WHITE COFFINS
When a group of marines passed by, each carrying a tiny white coffin, the strain became too much, and many men were moved to tears, while the few women present were openly crying. One little coffin opened, disclosing a beautiful baby girl of about four, with golden curls clustering around her ears, looking as though happily asleep—stark naked. Even hardened newspapermen were overcome at the sight.
Dead silence reigned as the slow minutes went by, each recording the advent of the marines’ load of horror, until the long counters were filled and the last score of bodies had to be laid on the floor.