I Was Never A Great Reader, But

I Tell You, My Friends,’ He Said One Day. ‘i Tell You That I Am The Only Sane Man In The Regiment. It’s The Others That Are Mad, But They Don’t Know It. They Fight A War And They Don’t Know What For. Isn’t That Crazy? How Can One Man Kill Another And Not Really Know The Reason Why He Does It, Except That The Other Man Wears A Different Colour Uniform And Speaks A Different Language? And It’s Me They Call Mad!

Genuinely Good People Are Like That. The Sun Shines Out Of Them. They Warm You Right Through.

That's What This War Is All About, My Friend. It's About Which Of Us Is The Crazier.and Clearly You British Have An Advantage.you Were Crazy Beforehand.

This One Isn’t Just Any Old Horse. There’s A Nobility In His Eye, A Regal Serenity About Him. Does He Not Personify All That Men Try To Be And Never Can Be? I Tell You, My Friend, There’s Divinity In A Horse, And Specially In A Horse Like This. God Got It Right The Day He Created Them. And To Find A Horse Like This In The Middle Of This Filthy Abomination Of A War, Is For Me Like Finding A Butterfly On A Dung Heap. We Don’t Belong In The Same Universe As A Creature Like This.

My Albert Married His Maisie Brown As He Said He Would. But I Think She Never Took To Me, Nor I To Her For That Matter. Perhaps It Was A Feeling Of Mutual Jealousy.