The Marine: What's your division? I bet Liggett's corp's been
catchin' hell!
The Naked Man: I am unattached.
The Marine, feebly tossing out his mask: Take this; it can't help me,
but there's gas around.
The Naked Man: Thanks, brother, but I hardly think it would help me,
either.
The naked man moves, to show them his wounded feet. He opens his
hands; and the conscript breaks into a bitter cry.
The Conscript: By God! Crucified you, like they did to the Canucks!
The Marine, pityingly: Aw, hell!
The German soldier opens his eyes, staring about in vacant wonder.
The German: To whom are you talking? There is no one here. Ach, the
Valkyr song! It is drawing nearer--
The naked man throws him a glance of stern pity. Then he turns and
extends his hand to the conscript.