That instant penetrated us, our brains, our nerves, our flesh, our spirits, and did not abandon us for many days.
The top of his head was split open and his brain was bulging out, suddenly he began to scream, a scream that I soon began to know only too well... it was the sound produced from a human being in a state of agony, which eliminated reason.
But there are years and years in which we shall still be young.
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.'
Couldn't write last night: the only thing was to try and forget it all.
the orderlies have a very hard life--and no glory.
they'd had a hot time, but were full of grit.
I've never hated the sound of guns so much; they are almost unbearable.
the 'carnage' is being appauling, and we have been practically in it, as far as horrors go.
Imagine a hospital as big as King's College Hospital all packed into a train, and having to be self-provisioned, water, sanitated, lil, cleaned, doctored and nursed and staffed and officered, all within its own limits. No outside person can realise the difficulties except those who try to work it.