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Roads stretch far through the landscape, the villages he in a grey light; trees rustle, leaves are falling, falling.
Along the road, step upon step, in their faded, dirty uniforms tramp the grey columns. The unshaved faces beneath the steel helmets are haggard, wasted with hunger and long peril, pinched and dwindled to the lines drawn by terror and courage and death. They trudge along in silence; silently, as they have now marched over so many roads, have sat in so many trucks, squatted in so many dugouts, crouched in so many shell-holes-without many words; so too they now trudge along this road back home into peace. Without many words.