six to seven in the morning
We return , with empty hands , in a sort of sinister comfort . I remember , as we came in , a neighbor said to me -- or to some one else : `` Sheets of corrugated iron are worse . '' The fatigues have to be stopped at dawn , although the engineers protest against the masses of stores which uselessly fill the depot . We sleep from six to seven in the morning . In the last traces of night we emigrate from the cave , blinking like owls . `` Where 's the juice ? '' -LSB- 1 -RSB- we ask .