A sense of beauty is every hindrance to a soldier; yet there would be no soldiers - or none such soldier had not men dead and living cherished and ha….

In the mind of all the English soldiers there is absolutely no hate for the Germans, but a kind of brotherly though slightly comtemptuous kindness - ….

The songs I had are withered Or vanished clean. Yet there are bright tracks Where I have been..

There are strange hells within the minds war made..