Sebastian Faulks

Shells will fall on the reserve lines and we will not stop talking.

If they could shout loud enough they might bring the world back to it's senses, they might laugh loud enough to raise the dead.

Poor Fritz. He must be mad by now under those guns.

There was only violent death or life to chose between; finer distinctions such as love, preference or kindness were redundant.

It is as though you stop living. Your mind goes dead.

I feel guilty that I have survived when all the others are gone.

Stephen was moved by the thought of his fellow countrymen fighting this foreign war.

It made him laugh, mad-eyed and bearded, like a hermit in his cave.

I don’t value my life enough.

Stephen was appalled by the idea of being separated from the men he had fought with. He despised the war, but could not leave until he had seen it through until the end.

But their breathing and their hearts worked as though one body.

Jack already immune to death, let their white faces drift from his memory.