The Worst Part
I think the worst part of it all to bear is seeing the refugees; it breaks you up to see people too old to walk being pushed about in wheelbarrows and hand-carts. Let the Germans look out if the French and the Belgians get into Germany, for there will be the devil to pay, I bet. It would be hard to blame them, whatever they do, after what I have seen done to villages here.... The pepper is good stuff; I put some in my tea—it warms you up a treat: Bombardier Yorke, R.H.A.
[XV. ANECDOTES OF HUMOUR]
Said the king to the colonel,
“The complaints are eternal,
That you Irish give more trouble
Than any other corps.”
Said the colonel to the king,
“This complaint is no new thing,
For your foemen, sire, have made it
A hundred times before.”
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
The French tobacco is terrible, and the matches! Oh! Our fellows have christened them “Asquiths” because you have to “wait and see”: A Private of the R.A.M.C.