They now have only two of the red sheep, the other ones having died on the difficult journey.

I mean that with regard to personal friends and loved ones dying.

The ones I've run into so far really would rather die.

It was during the nursing period, and if I'd left, my young ones would have died.

The only question was how many and which ones would die.

But if you do, the ones who stay behind and fight may die.

Too many young ones die as it is, especially in their first year.

But larger ones can die violently, though no one is quite sure why.

New men come in, the old ones die, faces change.

Perhaps a few lucky ones came to their life's term and died of old age.