Pgs 132-175

Henry, still separated from his group, marches towards the sound of wagon wheels and footsteps. By this time, he is hungry and his body is aching, and, worst of all, he has lost his weapon. He "hovers" around the battle the footsteps are travelling towards, trying to determine the victor. If his side looses, he thinks that will rid him of his guilt for the time being, thinking of his powerful perception of the future as prophetic. He doesn't possibly see a way that the blue soldiers can lose, so he tries to come up with a story to cover up his selfishness. He can't think of any excusable answer. He then sees the men he envied earlier be swallowed by a swarm of enemy troops. Henry is frightened and grabs a fleeing man to ask what is going on. He shouts for him to let go, but Henry doesn't, so the frenzied man jabs him in the head with the butt of his rifle. A random friendly stranger then helps Henry out of the battle to find his regiment.