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March
but am feeling much better and hope to be allowed to get up soon.
The following verse is from Tennyson, I saw it in a book yesterday, and it struck me as being as near, and as good a description of a battle, as it was possible to give
"Oaths, Insult, filth, and monstrous Blasphemies, Sweat, Writhings, anguish, Labouring of the Lungs,
In that close mist, And cryings for the Light, Moans of the dying, and voices of the dead."
This and the various noises such as the exploding shells, Rifle and Artillary fire, make a modern battle exactly what it is termed – "A hell on Earth".
Today the 19th the Doctor gave me permission to get up for a while, This will be the fourth time that I have been allowed to get up, I hope I do not get any more complaints to send me back to bed again.
The weather outside is very cold, wet and miserable, In fact the weather for the last week has been cold, frosty and wet on and off, The wet looks as