Peace has made a fearful coward of me – I seem to have had the “jumps” ever since fighting ceased.
We rise tomorrow at 2 a.m. Our kit bags containing inter alia our “troubles” are stacked in a huge heap.
Diary of a New Zealand Artilleryman, 1917-1919
Peace has made a fearful coward of me – I seem to have had the “jumps” ever since fighting ceased.
We rise tomorrow at 2 a.m. Our kit bags containing inter alia our “troubles” are stacked in a huge heap.
