'Ssh, bit too much noise guv’nor.'
"What? What noise?"
'You keep shoutin’. Some of the lads are getting’ a bit peeved.'
"What?"
'Ssh... Kerrish, you look a bit rough.'
Most of last night was spent half-awake and not wanting to move an inch because if I moved I'd fall into the nightmare that wasn't mine. Eventually enough of my neurons banded together to point out that a) this was utter bollocks and b) the nightmare wasn't mine and didn't scare me so what the hell was all the fuss about?
When I did finally sleep I dreamt of being on leave with a friend and behaving with quite unpleasantly vicious black humour because home was full of idiots who thought war was like a football match or who handed out white feathers and had no fucking idea at all.
I am, thank you neurons, really bloody tired.
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Today I shall be a good accounting and desk-tidying keecher.
After that I'm going to see how much of Belleau Wood I can write in one sitting because a) the sooner I finish this story and stop having anything to do with WWI the better and b) if I send Preacher Morrow there and then drag him out of it again maybe my neurons will follow.
Oh, today will also contain a lot of tea.
'You keep shoutin’. Some of the lads are getting’ a bit peeved.'
"What?"
'Ssh... Kerrish, you look a bit rough.'
Most of last night was spent half-awake and not wanting to move an inch because if I moved I'd fall into the nightmare that wasn't mine. Eventually enough of my neurons banded together to point out that a) this was utter bollocks and b) the nightmare wasn't mine and didn't scare me so what the hell was all the fuss about?
When I did finally sleep I dreamt of being on leave with a friend and behaving with quite unpleasantly vicious black humour because home was full of idiots who thought war was like a football match or who handed out white feathers and had no fucking idea at all.
I am, thank you neurons, really bloody tired.
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Today I shall be a good accounting and desk-tidying keecher.
After that I'm going to see how much of Belleau Wood I can write in one sitting because a) the sooner I finish this story and stop having anything to do with WWI the better and b) if I send Preacher Morrow there and then drag him out of it again maybe my neurons will follow.
Oh, today will also contain a lot of tea.