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For Me War Has Become A Flat, Black Depression Without Highlights, A Revulsion Of The Mind And An Exhaustion Of The Spirit.

Our Artillery Has Really Been Sensational. For Once We Have Enough Of Something And At The Right Time. Officers Tell Me They Actually Have More Guns Than They Know What To Do With.

I've Been Immersed In It Too Long. My Spirit Is Wobbly And My Mind Is Confused. The Hurt Has Become Too Great.

One Of The Parodoxes Of War Is That Those In The Rear Want To Get Up Into The Fight, While Those In The Lines Want To Get Out.

It Was A Night When London Was Ringed And Stabbed With Fire.