When the wounded were screaming$$$ you dreamed of sharing a little house somewhere$$$ of an ordinary life$$$ of a family line$$$ connection. All around him$$$ men were walking silently with their thoughts$$$ reforming their lives$$$ making resolutions. If I ever get out of this lot... They could never be counted$$$ the dreamed-up children$$$ mentally conceived on the walk into Dunkirk$$$ and later made flesh.