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Rh drooped everywhere, even in the jungle of No-Man's Land. There are so many poppies this year in the war zone! They are like great drops of blood.

The perpetual sighing as of wind overhead was accented now and then by tearing screams. The officer looked about uneasily.

"They feel all over the landscape with their shells for these observation posts," he said. He indicated the row of sentinels in the trench just ahead.

Besides, I am going to take you now to the very front line,"

He glanced at us curiously. His face was enigmatic.

"And, perhaps—if you are not afraid—even beyond."