You read it; they put it in print but it’s terrible.I said to a man once- a man were telling me how good it was, he'd seen pictures of the war - I said, to me, I said, they’re rot, I said, no one can act war. ‘Cause the temperament, the smell, the agitation and emotion of everybody can’t be acted like it is when the man’s there.

The place was bloomin’ alive with rats in the trenches, you know. They’d run along the floor, along the path right in front of you. I used to hate ’em. We was in a dugout once, in an old barn, just got down for the night. I woke up and looked up and there was a rat sitting up smelling one of my mate’s ears across on the side of the barn.