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“Rodwell wandered into No Man's Land and put a bullet through his ears. On Sunday, Robert sat on his bed in the old hotel at Bailleul and read what Rodwell had written. To my daughter, Laurine; Love your mother. Make your prayers against despair. I am alive in everything I touch. Touch these pages and you have me in your fingertips. We survive in one another. Everything lives forever. Believe it. Nothing dies. I am your father always.”

“The mud. There are no good similes. Mud must be a Flemish word. Mud was invented here. Mudland must have been its name. The ground is the colour of steel. Over most of the plain there isn't a trace of topsoil; only sand and clay. The Belgians call them 'clyttes', these fields, and the further you go towards the sea, the worse the clyttes become. In them, the water is reached by the plough at an average depth of eighteen inches. When it rains (which is almost constantly from early September through to March, except when it snows) the water rises at you out of the ground. It rises from your footprints-and an army marching over a field can cause a flood. In 1916, it was said that you 'waded to the front'. Men and horses sank from sight. They drowned in mud. Their graves, it seemed, just dug themselves and pulled them down.”

“Here was an unknown quantity-a child in breeches with a blue scarf wound around his neck whose job it was to get them out and back alive. This...was the greatest terror of war: what you didn't know of the men who told you what to do-where to go and when. What if they were mad-or stupid? What if their fear was greater than yours? Or what if they were brave and crazy-wanting and demanding bravery from you? He looked away. He thought of being born-and trusting your parents. Maybe that was the same. Your parents could be crazy too. Or stupid. Still-he'd rather his father was with him-telling him what to do. Then he smiled. He knew that his father would take one look at the crater and tell him not to go.”

“يناير ... والسماء تشتعل بهدير الطائرات، والجنود يعدّلون أوضاعهم، وأطفال يتعلمون صنع الكمّامات المنزلية. فحم ... ماء ... خرقة بيضاء قد تنقذ حياتك. غرفة مغلقة النوافذ، عليها أشرطة، ويمكن الاستغناء عن النوافذ، بل من الأفضل الاستغناء عنها”

“سقط شهيدٌ لجارتنا. توقّعتُ أن تبكي عليه، أن تتوسّل العساكر العرب أن يُبقوه لها، أن تمزّق ثيابها. كانت تزغرد في الشارع، وتشير إلى الانتفاخ المستدير في بطنها. تصرخُ: هنا ثأره، هنا ثأره. وانزوَتْ في مكانٍ بعيد حتى يأتيها المخاض”