We got word the war was over, that we’d won, and that an old steam engine would pick us. After we marched ten miles to meet it.
The captain said that if we’d taken anything from the houses, to make sure it was well hidden and to keep our mouths shut. That the men who sat in their offices while we bled and killed and died had rules against that kind of thing. But as far as he was concerned, we should take what we felt we were owed.
I buried the rings I’d found, just before we set out.