During the later months when I was to reflect on the whole affair I saw quite clearly that that hour between our leaving the wooden house and arriving in the trenches bridged quite clearly for me the division in this business between imagination and reality: that is, I was never after this to speak of war as I would have spoken of it an hour before.

I was never again to regard the paraphernalia of it with the curiosity of a stranger--I had become part of it.

This hour then may be regarded as in some ways the most important of all my experiences.

It is certainly the occasion to which if I were using my invention I should make the most.

Here then is my difficulty.
I have nothing to say about it.