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“We set to work to bury people. We pushed them into the sides of the trench but bits of them kept getting uncovered and sticking out, like people in a badly made bed. Hands were the worst; they would escape from the sand, pointing, begging - even waving! There was one which we all shook when we passed, saying, 'Good morning', in a posh voice. Everybody did it. The bottom of the trench was springy like a mattress because of all the bodies underneath.”

Quote by Ronald Blythe

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Akenfield: Portrait of an English Village

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Ronald Blythe
Ronald Blythe

Ronald Blythe, a British writer born on November 6, 1922, is renowned for his profound portrayals of rural English life. His works are characterized by delicate observations of nature and human emotions. more

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