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A sniper‘s tree Snipers‘ trees like this were effective but a sniper would not use it for more than a couple of shots at a time, to avoid being spotted. - PowerPoint PPT Presentation

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A sniper‘s tree

Snipers‘ trees like this were effective but a sniper would not use it for more than a couple of shots at a time, to avoid

being spotted.

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I disliked war in principle, but the war years were the best of my life. No sport can equal the excitement of war; no other

occupation can be half so interesting. 

One soldier's view quoted in D. Winter, Death's Men, 1978

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Living through war is living deep. It‘s crowded, glorious living. If I‘d never had a shell rush at me I‘d never have known the swift thrill of approaching death – which is a

wonderful sensation not to be missed. 

Ernest Raymond, Tell England, 1922. Raymond was a soldier in the war.

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A dead British soldier, the Somme

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By the end of 1917 we couldn't care less who won as long as we could get the war over.

 

A soldier quoted in M. Middlebrook, The First Day of the Somme, 1971

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I cursed, and still do, the generals who caused us to suffer such torture, living in filth, eating filth, and then, death or

injury just to boost their ego. 

A soldier quoted in M. Middlebrook, The First Day of the Somme, 1971

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Cigarette advertising poster, 1915

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To live amongst men who would give their last fag, their last bite, aye, even their last breath if need be for a pal -

that is comradeship, the comradeship of the trenches. The only clean thing to come out of this life of cruelty and filth.

 

A soldier quoted in J. Ellis, Eye-Deep in Hell, 1976

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They went with songs to battle, they were young,Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.They were staunch [brave] to the end against odds uncounted:They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.At the going down of the sun and in the morningWe will remember them. 

Laurence Binyon, a civilian poet