The wails began scattered and sporadic, but quickly found resonance everywhere, ultimately coalescing into an unstoppable torrent, sweeping soldiers away from the enemy in the opposite direction.,He wasn't suffering for himself. He had already tasted the pain of being a prisoner a year ago, and going through it again wasn't the end of the world. He could bear this kind of pain.,The lingering pain of a high fever told him this wasn't a dream.。