No Soldier Outlives A Thousand Chances. But

My Rage Outweighs My Shame, As Always Happens When One Is Really Ashamed And Knows He Ought To Be.

The Things Men Did Or Felt They Had To Do.

The Crowd, Still Shouting, Gives Way Before Us. We Plough Our Way Through. Women Hold Their Aprons Over Their Faces And Go Stumbling Away. A Roar Of Fury Goes Up. A Wounded Man Is Being Carried Off.

Trenches, Hospitals, The Common Grave--there Are No Other Possibilities.

Come Let Me Kiss You. Life Was Never So Precious As Today— When It Meant So Little.