A diary without dates.

  • Bagnold, Enid.
Date:
[1918]
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Credit: A diary without dates. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    many quite stupid people would rather lose their money than their sons. How strange that these people should still picture the minds of soldiers as filled with the glitter of bright bayonets and the glory of war ! They think we need a vision of blood and ravage and death to turn us from our bright thoughts, to still the noise of the drum in our ears. The drums don't beat, the flags don't fly. . . . He should come down the left-hand side of the ward and hear what the dairyman says. I 'ates it, nurse; I 'ates it. Them 'orses'U kill me ; them drills. . . . It's no life for a man, nurse. The dairyman hasn't been to the Front ; you needn't go to the Front to hate the war. Sometimes I get a glimpse from him of what it means, to the weakhngs, the last-joined, feeble creatures. Me 'ead's that queer, nurse ; it seems to get queerer every day. I can't 'elp worryin'. I keep thinkin' of them 'orses. Always the horses. . . . I said to Sister, Is No. 24 really ill ? There's a chance of his being mental, she said. He is being watched. Was he mental before the war took him, IT7