"O Friend, not these notes!" sang in my head, and with horror I remembered those terrible photographs from the Front that one saw occasionally during the war-those heaps of bodies entangled with each other, whose faces were changed to grinning ghouls by their gas masks.
", abesten zuen nire barruak, eta ikaraz bururatu zitzaizkidan guda garaian batzuetan ikusi ohi genituen fronteko argazki nazkagarri haiek, aurpegiak gas-maskaren bidez deabru traza irrigile bihurturik zeuzkaten elkarren gainera pilaturiko gorpu metak.