[Lt. Martin is bed-ridden with a fever]
Markoff:
How do you feel tonight, Lieutenant?
Lt. Martin:
I'm dying.
Markoff:
I hope not, sir.
Lt. Martin:
I'm going to die. I'll be buried under the sand and forgotten. When I was a little boy, I thought soldiers always died in battles. I didn't know there were so many soldiers... and so few battles... and so many fevers.
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