"...I hate the whole thin - the horror, the pain, the ugliness. War isn't a khaki uniform or a drill parade - everything I've read in old histories haunts me. I lie awake at night and see things that have happened - see the blood and filth and misery of it all. And a bayonet charge! If I could face the other things I could never face that. It turns me sick to think of it - sicker even to think of giving it than receiving it - to think of thrusting a bayonet through another man."
~ Walter Blythe
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