Our men returned to the cantonment uninjured. There were a few scratches and slight wounds in the hands, but there was no discharge in sight.
Some of them had had narrow escapes. Bullets had ricochetted and gone through the steel helmets. Linari’s was perforated with a round, well-defined hole. The bullet had gone out close to the ear.
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They were exhausted by lack of sleep, and after eating a meal hastily thrown together from the things at hand, they started for their underground shelters.
Just then the sun rose shining brightly.
In the sky, washed by weeks of rain, it was so clear and smiling with warmth that one would have thought it was a sunrise in the South.
“Say, this morning that’s the sun of the South!”
“What’s it doing here? It’s made a mistake.”
“Beautiful sun! Indeed, there’s only you.”