"These are wonderfully care-free hours. Over us is the clear blue sky... The three boxes stand in the midst of the glowing, red field-poppies." (Pg 4)
Chapter 1
"These are wonderfully care-free hours. Over us is the clear blue sky... The three boxes stand in the midst of the glowing, red field-poppies." (Pg 4)
Chapter 1
"His lips have fallen away, his mouth has become larger, his teeth stick out and look as though they were made of chalk... In a couple of hours it will be over... Let him not die!" (Pg 14)
Chapter 2
"...bloodstained sandbag full of horse flesh... He feels the bread. Real bread, by god, and still hot too?" (Pg 18, 19)
Chapter 3
"The air becomes acrid with the smoke of the guns and the fog... Only the young recruits are agitated... now you'll hear the brust."(Pg 24)