One boy--he was a Nova Scotian--was killed right beside me yesterday.

A shell burst near us and when the mess cleared away he was lying dead--not mangled at all--he just looked a little startled.

It was the first time I'd been close to anything like that and it was a nasty sensation, but one soon gets used to horrors here.

We're in an absolutely different world.
The only things that are the same are the stars--and they are never in their right places, somehow.
"Tell mother not to worry--I'm all right--fit as a fiddle--and glad I came.

There's something across from us here that has got to be wiped out of the world, that's all--an emanation of evil that would otherwise poison life for ever.