“My excitement and enthusiasm for the trenches is unbounded, and I'm keen to go to. And the best part of it is that its not a morbid enthusiasm but a really happy and constructive enthusiasm; am pleased to death with myself. Ames was killed in a fierce battle with Germans. 262- After him (their commander, leading them over the top) we went, like wildmen and sticking them like pigs. Talk of sport, oh boy! Well, I was having the time of my life until something knocked me down kind of sudden like, and I knew I was hit. p.241 - Dead horses made the air filthy, and the small towns were unutterable masses of destructin. I saw an aged woman sitting among the ruins of her home, weeping bitterly. ....one of the artilleryman stumbled over a slain American whose legs had been blown 50 feet away from him. Beside him lay a German with half his face gone, black now, maggots poring from his wounds.”
