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Today The Somme Is A Peaceful But Sullen Place, Unforgetting And Unforgiving. ... To Wander Now Over The Fields Destined To Extrude Their Rusty Metal Fragments For Centuries Is To Appreciate In The Most Intimate Way The Permanent Reverberations Of July, 1916. When The Air Is Damp You Can Smell Rusted Iron Everywhere, Even Though You See Only Wheat And Barley.

Irony Is The Attendant Of Hope And The Fuel Of Hope Is Innocence.

To Get Home You Had To End The War. To End The War Was The Reason You Fought It. The Only Reason.

The Worst Thing About War Was The Sitting Around And Wondering What You Were Doing Morally.

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