ᎤᏐᏱ ᎠᏂᏃᎮᏍᎬ ᎾᏍᎩᏯ ᎢᎦ ᎨᏥᏰᎵᏒ, ᏚᏯᏪᏤ ᏁᏂᏏ, ᎣᎭᏁ ᏓᏍᏔᏩᏗᏎ, ᏐᏉ ᎠᏧᏣ ᎠᏲᏍᎩ ᎤᏩᏌᏙᎭᏰ ᎦᎶᏇ ᎬᏘ ᎠᎴ ᎪᏍᏔᏱ ᏂᎬᏅ ᎦᎶᏇ.
The only point of unanimity in their stories was that during the day’s march, when Nancy grew tired and dropped back, one of the boy soldiers prodded her forward with either the blunt end of his rifle barrel or the sharp end of a bayonet fixed beneath it.