I wish those people who write so glibly about this being a holy war and the orators who talk so much about going on, no matter how long the war lasts and what it may mean, could see a case of musterd gas - the poor things burnt and blistered all over with great musterd coloured suppurating blisters, with blind eyes, all sticky and stuck together, and always fighting for breath, with voices a mere whisper, saying their throats are closing and they know they will choke.
Vera BrittainFew of humanity's characteristics are more disconcerting than its ability to reduce world-events to its own level, wherever this may happen to be.
Vera BrittainI know of no place where the wind can be as icy and the damp so penetrating as in Oxford round about Easter time.
Vera Brittain