It had been
raining for three weeks, drizzling, then surging into a steady downpour,
then lifting for an hour or so until the clouds came in again over the low
horizon of Flanders in its winter light. The men's coats were saturated,
each fibre of wool gorged on water, and their weight added twenty pounds
to what they carried. They had marched up from their billets into the rear
area and already the skin on their backs was rubbed raw by the movement of
the webbing beneath the load. Repetitive marching songs and chants had
brought them to the support lines, but then as darkness fell they saw it
was another three miles to the front. Slowly the songs and conversations
died as each one concentrated on lifting his feet from the mud that began
to suck at them. Their worlds narrowed to the soaked back of the man in
front.
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surge:
stige
downpour: tung regn
saturated: gennemvædet
gorged: mættet
billets: indkvartering
raw: (her) hudløs
webbing: remtøj (af gjord)
Repetitive: fuld af
gentagelser
support lines: støttelinier
(linier = skyttegrave)
narrowed: skrumpede ind
soaked: gennemvåd
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