while the rank & file bleed in the cold wet trench with scarcely enough to wear at times. I used to be on the side of the officer – once – seems however make one think & now I am for the private always.
Nothing has happened yet. I am lying here still, no more enamoured to English hospital than I was yesterday. Today the "quack" said "Well whats wrong with you?"
I said I don't know. He said "what are you suffering from?" I said, shell shock, gass & wounds.