The horror …

… Angry anthems of a doomed war poet | Standpoint. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

You know it was not the Bosche [sic] that worked me up, nor the explosives, but it was living so long by poor old Cock Robin (as we used to call 2/Lt Gaukroger), who lay not only near by, but in various places around and about, if you understand. I hope you don’t.