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the known and foreseen war in darkness and mud against the natural perversity of things, that shifts the foundations of the soul, so that a man, who scarcely regards death hunting him at large by the hour, will fall into a child's paroxysms of rage and despair when the wire-strand rasps him across the knuckles or the duckboard for the hundredth time tilts sideways underfoot. "Ye'll understand," says the voice of experience, "the fatigues do it in the long run." All of which the Diary will dismiss with: "A few fatigues were found in this area."
The Somme was one overwhelming fatigue.
