Not only had he a shattered leg, but a bullet had gone through his
breast, and another had gone just above his heart.
His shirt was red with blood which had oozed through the dressings.
Somehow it did not occur to me to think of his great suffering. He
seemed more like a martyr broken on the wheel, with a halo round his
head. This young boy, who knew how to suffer so well, must have fought
magnificently.