Chapter XI Summary

The noise of the battle was growing louder and the woods and fields were dotted with the shapes of men. There were men and wagons everywhere Henry looked. In a way, he was comforted by this sight. If these men were leaving the battlefield then he was not so bad after all. He sat down to watch the snake-like movements of the line trying to avoid trees and other obstructions.

As Henry watched these men, he was overcome with jealousy. He felt that these men had been the chosen ones and he would have gladly traded places with one of them. He wished he knew what they knew so that he could be better. His mind drifted to images of himself dying a glorious death for all to see in the hopes that his guilt will be relieved in some small...