Sometimes it seems as if we shall never get home, the future is so unwritten.
A frightful explosion like this Hell of a War, which flared up in a few days, will take so much longer to wipe up what can be wiped up. I think the British men who have seen the desolation and the atrocities in Belgium have all personally settled that it shan’t happen in England, and that is why the headlines always read—
“THE BRITISH ARMY IMMOVABLE.”
“WAVES OF GERMAN INFANTRY BROKEN.”
“ALLIES THROW ENEMY BACK AT ALL POINTS.”
“YPRES HELD FOR THREE WEEKS UNDER A RAIN OF SHELLS.”
You can tell they feel like that from their entire lack of resentment about their own injuries. Their conversation to each other from the time they are landed on the train until they are taken off is never about their own wounds and feelings, but exclusively about the fighting they have just left. If one only had time to listen or take it down it would be something worth reading, because it is not letters home or newspaper stuff, but told to each other, with their own curious comments and phraseology, and no hint of a gallery or a Press. Incidentally one gets a few eye-openers into what happens to a group of men when a Jack Johnson lands a shell in the middle of them. Nearly every man on the train, especially the badly smashed-up ones, tells you how exceptionally lucky he was because he didn’t get killed like his mate.
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