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Ambulance No. 10: Personal Letters From The Front
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226 pages, Paperback
Published February 7, 2018
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February 19, 2024
PG 86
...I shall have had four months' service at the front, without a rest, and although I can, I hope, keep going another eight or ten weeks, I feel that without some respite the winter would finish me, if the Germans omitted to do so. I find myself feeling an intense - though futile and unphilosophic - resentment at my physical condition: the not being able to eat enough to keep always at top speed - and course one can never allow even a shadow, much less a mention of one's own problems to appear. The personal equation practically doesn't exist here...
5 stars
...I shall have had four months' service at the front, without a rest, and although I can, I hope, keep going another eight or ten weeks, I feel that without some respite the winter would finish me, if the Germans omitted to do so. I find myself feeling an intense - though futile and unphilosophic - resentment at my physical condition: the not being able to eat enough to keep always at top speed - and course one can never allow even a shadow, much less a mention of one's own problems to appear. The personal equation practically doesn't exist here...
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