Jul. 28th, 2014
A tame magpie come into the trench; apparently belonging to the German driven out of the village by the Gordon Highlanders a day or two before. It looked very bedraggled. `That's one for sorrow,' I said. The men swore that it made some remark in German as it joined us, and talked of wringing its neck.
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Jul. 28th, 2014 08:36 pmThere was a a daily exchange of courtesies between our machine-guns and the Germans' at stand-to; by removing cartridges from the ammunition-belt one could rap out the rhythm of the familiar prostitutes' call: "MEET me DOWN in PICC-a-DILL-y", to which the Germans would reply, though in slower tempo, because our guns were faster than theirs: "YES, with-OUT my DRAWERS ON!"
Dr W.H.R. Rivers told me later that the action of one of the ductless glands -- I think the thyroid -- caused this slow general decline in military usefulness, by failing at a certain point to pump its sedative chemical into the blood. Without its continued assistance the man went about his tasks in an apathetic and doped condition, cheated into further endurance. It has taken some ten years for my blood to recover.