The Warriors Author:J. Glenn Gray Hell — Circles of Dante-and in that dirt-roofed cave, each family had marked off its yard of space; no light except their coal fires laid in buckets, no draft of air except their smoke, no water, no hole to hide the excrement. I walked on, afraid of stumbling on the helpless bodies, afraid of circling. I soon forgot the Fascist or German deserter... more »s i was hunting-screaming children, old men, old women, coughing and groaning. Then hit my head on the low dirt, and reached out to keep from falling or huting anyone; and what I touched was not the filthy floor; a woman's hand returning my quick grasp, her finger tracing the lifeline on my palm