3. “Bodies and bits of bodies, and clots of blood, and
green metallic-looking slime made by the explosive
gases were floating on the surface of the water.
Our men lived there and died there within a few
yards of the enemy. They crouched below the
sandbags and burrowed into the sides of the
trenches. Lice crawled over them in swarms. If
they dug to get deeper cover, , their shovels went
into the softness of dead bodies who had been their
friends. Scraps of flesh, booted legs, blackened
hands, eyeless heads came falling over them when
the enemy fired shells at their position.”
53. ‘Lice, rats, barbed
wire, fleas, shells, bombs, undergrou
nd
caves, corpses, blood, liquor, mice, ra
ts, filth, steel; that is what war is. It
is the work of the devil.’
54. ‘There were about 20 men. They
walked like living plaster statues. Their
faces stared at us like those of shrunken
mummies, and their eyes seemed so
huge that one saw nothing but eyes.
Those eyes, which had not seen sleep
for four days and nights showed the
vision of death. Was this the dream of
glory that I had when I had volunteered
to fight?’