A lot of the fellas hardly looked like soldiers no more - no muskets, no knapsacks, clothes all in shreds and covered with mud, eyes just sunk in and mouths a-hanging open. There was plenty a-laying there on the ground that couldn't e shook to their feet. There was broke-down wagons that hadn't even been pulled off the road before they was abandoned and set fire to. There was horses and mules in the mud that had struggled to get out till they couldn't struggle no longer, nostrils bunged up with mud, jest taring up at you as you went by. You never seek the like.
(from Traveller, by Richard Adams)
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