Chapter Sixteen
Four thousand boxes are a lot, Rebecca thought. After three days, she was exhausted and covered with grimy gunk. She and Leon had worked together and done maybe a hundred boxes, and he said he didn’t mind helping because there were no standards or requirements for his work. He was largely unsupervised, and nobody complained as long as he was available to help people find what they needed.
They found lots of letters and reports on the sick, wounded, and dead, and the handwritten missives to heartbroken wives and mothers that their soldiers weren’t returning. It appeared some were written but never sent or delivered, and Rebecca wondered sadly about the confusion and pain in those families.
But no treaty, or even anything like it.
Before they abandoned their search, they
