Ocupation: Writer
Life: December 29, 1893 - March 29, 1970
Birthday: December 29
Death: March 29
I wish those people who write so glibly about this being a holy war and the orators who talk so much about going on, no matter how long the war lasts and what it may mean, could see a case of musterd gas - the poor things burnt and blistered all over with great musterd coloured suppurating blisters, with blind eyes, all sticky and stuck together, and always fighting for breath, with voices a mere whisper, saying their throats are closing and they know they will choke.
topic: War, Writing, Mean, Blisters, Mustard Gas, Sticky, Great War, Always Fighting, Blind Eyes, Holy War