I don't see myself sticking a bayonet into even a German.

Unless he happened to be abnormally clumsy.

I tried to shoot a rabbit once.

I might have done it if the little beggar, instead of running away, hadn't turned and looked at me." "I should keep out of it if I were you," laughed Joan.
"I can't," he answered.

"I'm too great a coward." "An odd reason for enlisting," thought Joan.
"I couldn't face it," he went on; "the way people would be looking at me in trains and omnibuses; the things people would say of me, the things I should imagine they were saying; what my valet would be thinking of me.
Oh, I'm ashamed enough of myself.