Guns - "like a clearing of the throat."
No one in England knows what this is like.
You see their faces and think they will take no more...no one can do this.
If i am fighting on behalf of anyone, it is those that have died.
What he really needed...was the closeness of human contact.
What they did were beyond the boundaries of human behaviour.
Did not believe there was a purpose to the war or an end in sight.
Horrocks pulled the silver cross from his chest and hurled it.
Like a lot of men...he never really recovered.
Come up like worms from shell holes.
They had seen things no human eyes had...and they had not turned their gaze away.
This is not a war. It is an exploration of how far men can be degraded.
There for once was no sound of birds.
There was the sound of birds.
Bodied were starting to pile up.
Frightened to befriend in case their bodies came apart the next day.
They mocked him for still being alive.
Our lives lost meaning long ago.
Death had no meaning.
He had thought himself immune to death
They had evolved not into killers but passive beings who's only aim was to endure
He was waiting for the moment...he would be restored to his old self.
There was the sound of doves in the garden.