"Masses of people, seen wandering in the dark, on the vast bed of the fast flowing Piave - bursts, cannonade, fires, searchlights giving a sinister glow to the black black sky — a field full of corpses, where we had to pass, silent, trampling them — walking in the dark, in woods and wild fields, hearing the groans and the heartbreaks — shadows of soldiers passing in the dark, silent, carrying the wounded — a pause in the tiring path, called by suffering comrades ; — all this seemed to me as if I had found myself in Dante's Inferno. The solemnity, the grandeur of the Divine Poem, I could feel it fully on that evening on the Piave. (The Italian Front as Seen by a Japanese Samurai)"
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