When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.
“Oh, go in anywhere Colonel, go in anywhere. You'll find lovely fighting all along the line.”
“I can remember exactly where I sat when my teacher first read Roald Dahl's 'James and the Giant Peach'.”