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.
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).
They were nearly all shrapnel shell wounds--more ghastly than anything I have ever seen or smelt.
You boarded a cattle-truck, armed with a tray of dressings and a pail; the men were lying on straw; had been in trains for several days; most had only been dressed once, and many were gangrenous.
"He's been dangerously wounded-and it doesn't say how!" It didn't say how. Now that I knew so much about wounds, that vagueness seemed the telegram's worst infliction.
Personally, after seeing some of the dreadful things I have to see here, I feel I shall never be the same person again, and wonder if, when the War does end, I shall have forgotten how to laugh. The other day I did involuntarily laugh at something and it felt quite strange.
a gangrenous leg wound, slimy and green and scarlet, with the bone laid bare-turned me sick and faint for a moment that I afterwards remembered with humiliation
The mutilated body of the soldier in Testament of Youth looms behind Brittain's hand, touching hers, meeting ours as we turn the pages of the book-each alone.