human
A nice mess you made of it up yonder, was the corporal's comment.
gpt
Two days we were on fatigue duty picking up the bodies you sent down to us, and burying them. Only just now a fellow came along in a canoe--a half-witted kind of Canadian. Said he was searching for his brother.
human
Yes, said John,
gpt
I saw him go by. I know the man.
human
Hell of a lot of brother he's likely to find. We've tidied up the whole length of the camp front. But there's corpses yet, a mile or two below, they say. I sent him down to take his pick.
gpt
Scandalous sort of bungle,