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"Yes," answered the lieutenant; "a couple--man and wife. The man was
seventy-four years old and the woman was seventy-two. It was proved
against them that they put poisoned sugar in the coffee for some of our
soldiers. You heard about the case, didn't you?"
"I heard something about it," said Rosenthal.
That was all they said. After three weeks of war a tragedy like this
has become commonplace, not only to these soldiers but to us. Already
all of us, combatants and onlookers alike, have seen so many horrors
that one more produces no shock in our minds. It will take a wholesale
killing to excite us; these minor incidents no longer count with us. If
I wrote all day I do not believe I could make the meaning of war, in its
effects on the minds of those who view it at close hand, any clearer. I
shall not try.
Six-fifteen p.m. We have dined. The omelet was a very small omelet,
and two skinny pullets do not go far among nine hungry men; still, we
have dined.
My journal breaks off with this entry.


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