Why they are alive I don't know, but I'm afraid they won't live long: they are sunken and grey-faced and just strong enough to say, 'Anyway, I'm out of the trench now.'

they'd had a hot time, but were full of grit.

many very bad cases, fractures spine, a nearly dying lung case, a boy with wound in lung and live, three pneumonias, some bad enterics (though the worst had not been moved).

The men looked what they were, British to the bone; no one could take them for any other nation a mile off. Clean, straight, thin, sunburnt, clear-eyes, all at their Active Service best, no pallid rolls of fat on their faces like the French.

I have expected that one or two of the patients would get out of bed and try to rape me, but I soon discovered that none of them were in a position to rape anybody

from the constant handling of their lean, muscular bodies, I came to understand the essential cleanliness, the innate nobility, of sexual love on its physical side.

Short of actually going to bed with them, there was hardly an intimate service that I did not perform for one or another in the course of four years, and I still have reason to be thankful for the knowledge of masculine functioning which the care of them gave me, and for my early release for the sex-inhibitions

Throughout my two decades of life, I have never looked upon the nude body of an adult male; I had never even seen a naked boy-child since the nursery days when, at the age of four or five, I used to share my evening baths with Edward.

his uniform and little moustache had changed him from a boy into a man.

the "Three Musketeers," like so many others, were not only willing but anxious to risk their lives in order to save the face of a Foreign Secretary who had committed his country to an armed policy without consulting it beforehand.