“Everyone was crowded together, huddled around their campfires, their eyes closed, their stomachs aching from the salt pork, their legs and backs sore, their hands and faces blistered from sunburns. When they could muster the energy they chanted songs and prayers. One night a man, a father who had lost his sons, began screaming, his arms reaching for the sky, or, more likely, for his dead children. His eyes grew wild and he went mad. The soldiers restrained him with rope, letting him howl in one of the wagons until they cut him loose and left him in the woods from where he never returned. One night as we walked a woman with an infant on her back, her two older children clinging to her legs, was crying as she forced herself forward. Suddenly, she dropped dead to the ground. The soldiers pul
