The Great Fire of the Second World War!

The order was given to get at the double, and with a quick springing stride, half run, half walk, the soldiers went swiftly along. I felt my strength renewed again, such as the difference between hunter and hunted. A very short distance took us to a low-lying pontoon bridge across the stream; some effort had evidently been made to damage it. The commissary himself began to lift away the charred boards in rubbish. Presently he started back, then bent down, and rising beckoned me. It was a gruesome sight. There lay a skeleton, face downward, a woman by the lines, an old woman by the coarse fiber of the bone.

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