Jackie wrote: I should think that many wars that took place earlier than this brought the horror home--literally in too many cases.

I remember, vividly, a piece of poetry called "The General" from Seigfried Sassoon, written shortly before his death on the Western Front in 1917. It went (from memory, from memory):

"Good morning, good morning!" the General cried
As we passed him last week on the the way to the line.
Now the chaps that he smiled at are most of 'em dead,
And we're cursing his staff for incompetent swine.

"'e's a cheery old card!" grunted Harry to Jack
As they tramped up to Arras with rifle and pack.
But he did for them both with his plan of attack."

Dunno, just seems to sum the whole thing up, really.


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