The Pathless on Paths---------Chapter VII part 3(17)

There, amongst the settling dust, on the land riddled with bullet marks, was lain Clare, his red scientist uniform stained red, new blood covering the old blood from his half-healed wound. Beside him was Sanders, clutching his own bleeding arm, crying out in desperation and pain.
Karrson turned ran back. Down, he thought, down and out, I have to get Emmerich. As he passed the machine gun nest again, the gunnner laughed, getting cut short by a burst of coughs. Karrson stopped and walked up to him. He discovered that there was a hat on the ground, like a blue beret. The man had several bars on his brassard, not triangularly bent like the ones he recognized from the military, but merely simple thick bars of yellow, with the background of a gray square of a shade slightly darker then his uniform. An officer, Karrosn presumed.