Every Little Bean Must Be Heard As

The Things Men Did Or Felt They Had To Do.

Someone Said To Me Once That A Cigarette At The Right Moment Is Better Than All The Ideals In The World.

A Hospital Alone Shows What War Is.

Sweet Dreams Though The Guns Are Booming.

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?