“They were the first men to be exposed to poison gas, massed machine-gun fire, and strafing airplanes, and lived with rats and lice, amid the stench of urine, feces, and decaying flesh, staring up at the sky by day and venturing out only by night. Separated by the junk of no-man’s-land, the great, impotent armies squatted month after month, living troglodytic lives in candle-lit dugouts and trenches hewn from Fricourt chalk or La Bassee clay, or ladled from the porridge of swampy Flanders.”
