The Conscript: Captured and got away, eh? Stripped off your uniform—
The Marine: What's your division? I bet Liggett's corp's been catchin' hell!
The Naked Man: I am unattached.
The Marine, feebly tossing out his mask: Take this; it can't help me, but there's gas around.
The Naked Man: Thanks, brother, but I hardly think it would help me, either.
The naked man moves, to show them his wounded feet. He opens his hands; and the conscript breaks into a bitter cry.
The Conscript: By God! Crucified you, like they did to the Canucks!
The Marine, pityingly: Aw, hell!
The German soldier opens his eyes, staring about in vacant wonder.
The German: To whom are you talking? There is no one here. Ach, the Valkyr song! It is drawing nearer—