Every little bean must be heard as well as seen!

You take it from me, we are losing the war because we can salute too well.

Suddenly I become filled with a consuming impatience to be gone.

The coffin, it shall protect me, though Death himself lies in it

Through the years our business has been killing;-it was our first calling in life. Our knowledge of lif eis limited to death.

I want to think and at the same time that's the last thing in the world I want to do.

The days, the weeks, the years out here shall come back again, and our dead comrades shall then stand up again and march with us, our heads shall be clear, we shall have a purpose, and so we shall march, our dead comrades beside us, the years at the Front behind us:—against whom, against whom?