Part 1
The last graveyard flowers were blooming, and their smell drifted […] through every room of our house, speaking softly the names of our dead. (1.1)
Part 2
I can still see mama watching him […] (2.1)
Part 3
Then I'd paint for him a picture of us as old men […]. (3.13)
Part 4
And during that summer strange names were heard through the house: Chateau Thierry, Amiens, Soisson […]. (4.4)