Catalonia 1939
        The captain of the third BrigadeSprang from a hillockWhere he peeredinto the flare-lit dark.He crouchedAnd doubled up, ran to the gunners' nest.
        "They've quit" he hissed."They've left the ridge–Swarming to cover in the wood.The tanks? They've leftthe blood tankDefencesless. Wounded men will be inside."
        Sorensen came up. He'd seenThe gashed retreat from theright flank.Tall and lean as a stripped treeHe hung above the captain, panting words.