over four hours to the nearest dressing station and then stayed and
watched him die. He never whimpered. Though in terrible agony, he
died game, as he always was. That is about the hardest knock I have
ever had in my life. He is only one of my many friends that have gone.
Believe me, war is Hell."


Here is the account of a simple Australian boy in the front trench:


"Fritz had a machine gun to nearly every ten yards. I don't know what
became of my friends Hugh and Bill. They were just beside me, but when
I looked around both were gone. A shell landed just at the side of me,
and I think Hugh and Bill were blown to pieces. I got my wound in the
chest and the fragment came out through my back. I thought my last day
had come. I dropped into a hole, and no sooner had I got in, than Mack
got it through the face. He was able to go back, but I was simply
helpless, as my legs refused to move. Anyhow, I pulled the shovel off
my back and dug a little ridge in the side of the trench. No sooner
had I done this than Fritz started to bombard. One shell fell in the
hole in which I was, but exploded in the opposite direction. Then
another came and landed just above my head, but it failed to go off.
Had it gone off I never would have been here now. I had prayed hard to
my God to deliver me from my enemies and when those things happened I
felt my prayer was heard and that I was going to come through. I was
there in that hole all day and the next night before anyone came near
me. At last one of the 19th Battalion chaps came along and went for a
stretcher for me."