The ugly red brick buildings, begrimed by industrial smoke, sat on a treeless, limestone hogback. Most of the barracks windows were broken. There were no lawns or plantings around the camp. Worse than the looks of the place were the ugly reports that came from there:
The newcomer saw a line of men double-timing along the walks. Even men who could barely walk, because of leg wounds received in combat, were forced to double-time to their cold, bleak barracks. Those who faltered were clubbed across the shins by guards.
The newcomer said he saw...
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