I think we have to believe we are here for some purpose, and I know there are many cynics who will deny it, but they don't live as if they deny it.
From each one of them rose separate columns of smoke, meeting in a pall overhead, and through the smoke came stabbing flashes of fire as German shells burst with thudding shocks of sound. This was the front line of battle.
This idea of trying to repeat a success doesn't interest me. It's only really done to make money.

