Think of it. Trench warfare was just developing in 1914. The British have now suffered tens of thousands of casualties in a few short weeks. They now realize that the war that was to be over by Christmas is now going to last for years. They're drowning in the mud of the trenches. Half their friends are probably either perforated by German machine gun rounds or blown into pieces by German artillery. Moral must be abysmal. And yet they still have the presence of mind to look at maps of where they're about to be sent to die and go, "I don't know, mate. Wipers?"
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Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien
There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.
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