A horse's description of the aftermath of battle

That same night, soon as it got dark, a whole lot of our fellas went creeping out to get theirselves boots and warm clothes. You couldn't see a thing - the moon was clouded over - but you could hear 'em crawling and stumbling 'bout in the dark an' cussing up a storm. The dead Blue men warn't all that far away from us, you see - and every now and then there'd be screaming and crying from some poor fella as warn't dead, that felt his coat or his boots being pulled off'n him.

(from Traveller, by Richard Adams, a description of the aftermath of the Battle of Fredericksburg from the perspective of General Lee's horse)