And So I Had My First Rendezvous With Death. .
. . and worse than death. Death, it is true, on this occasion only tapped me on the shoulder and hurried on. But some contagion remained from his passage. To this day, for......
Towards Evening, When The Bombardment Had Stopped Under...
artillery retaliation, I revisited the scene of the explosion and salvaged the mortar undamaged. The dug-out was a complete wreck, and the gun team which it had sheltered wiped......
Bird Migrants At Rossitten By D. Yorke. R Ossitten Is A
lonely and primitive little fishing village far off the beaten track in the very farthest north-eastern corner of Germany, but it has an inter- national reputation among......
The Explosion : A Memory Of 1915
By DENIS IRELAND. O N a sunny morning in June, 1915, during a tour of duty as trench-mortar officer in the trenches opposite Armentieres, I was standing half in and half out of......
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