I didn't want to die - not before I'd finished reading The Return of the Native anyhow.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you'll never know The hell where youth and laughter go." "The War Poems

I believe that this war, upon which I entered as a war of defense and liberation, has now become a war of aggression and conquest.

He’s a cheery old card”, grunted Harry to JackAs they slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack.But he did for them both by his plan of attack. (The General)

Phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled.

I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insincerities for which the fighting men are being sacrificed.

And it's been proved that soldiers don't go mad Unless they lose control of ugly thoughts That drive them out to jabber among the trees.