"Attacked?" Yes, at Dieppe- but this wasn't France. That was one thing that was filtering in. "Germans? Or-" He had a foggy memory of something that didn't make sense, some kind of moving cloud, so maybe it had been gas?

Now that Not-Harry brought it up, he could feel the scratch of his throat. "Yeah. Please." He probably couldn't have eaten anyway- too much work- but he felt like he'd been thirsty for a long time. His throat and mouth were dry as dust.