Bullets & Billets

Bruce Bairnsfather: a photograph
The Birth of Fragments : Scribbles on the farmhouse walls
That Astronomical Annoyance, the Star Shell, Which Momentarily Enables You to Scrutinize the Kind of Mud You Are In
An Impression of the Famous Bois de Ploegsteet
A Hopeless Dawn: Rain, Mud, Damp Coke, and Dug-Out Off Down Stream
The usual line in Billeting Farms: A Three-Sided Red-Tiled Building, With a Rectangular Smell in the Middle
Chuck us the biscuits, Bill. The fire wants mendin'
Shut that blinkin' door. There's a 'ell of a draught in 'ere
A Memory of Christmas, 1914: 'Look at this bloke's buttons, 'Arry. I should reckon 'e 'as a maid to dress 'im.
What He Doesn't Know About Fire Buckets and the Time the Rum Comes Up Isn't Worth Knowing
A Messines Memory: 'Ow about shiftin' a bit further down the road, Fred?
Old soldiers never die