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A sergeant shouted and a whistle blew and men threw themselves toward the gun. Thomas moved because movement is sometimes a kind of prayer. He scrambled over the hummocks and the torn grass, and in the flash of a shell he saw Evans’s body motionless, the cricket pouch smeared and the envelope caught in the trench like a pale moth.

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"I'll be back," Thomas said without conviction, because promises in that place were like sugar—sweet and liable to dissolve in a wet mouth. Hargreaves squeezed his shoulder and left as if that squeeze could anchor him to some future beyond the shelling. Encore: Yuval Harari: Getting to Know the Enemy

He imagined the letter left in the mud, the wax run into fissures, the ink smeared into unreadable swirls. He imagined his own handwriting deranged by rain and fear, Ma perhaps tilting her head and calling him into the room because something about the address looked wrong. He pictured Hargreaves holding the paper on his returns—if he ever returned—and tossing it into the fire because it was less a burden that way.