Sgt Bumptions account of finding the Bodies

It were right 'orrible. I seen nothin' to match it. Bodies everywhere... not bodies mind, but bits of bodies. An ead 'ere, an arm there, torn to shreds like you would a newspaper. Something grabbed those poor buggers and chewed the 'ell out of them, beggin' your pardon. You woulda thought the jackals and buzzards woulda et 'em down to the bone by the time we arrived, but he locals said the animals shied off and wouldn't touch the free meal. Even animals get bad feelin's. I'm thinking. Well, I never want sight o' such a thing again.