Joseph Alexander Altsheler,
The Guns of Europe — Chapter III: The Refuge
“ I'm growing tremendously hungry, Philip.""Hunger is frequent in a great war. You'll grow used to it."His manner took away any sting that his words might have contained. John could yet see those wonderful gray eyes shining through the twilight, and his heart warmed anew to the young Frenchman. If he were to be cast away in this strange German town Lannes was just the comrade whom he would have chosen."We're resurrected," continued Lannes, "and we'll leave our graveyard. May it be a long time before I enter another! And yet with a world going to war who can tell?" ”
