
I hardly got any sleep. I worked round the clock. I even agreed to go to the post office and buy stamps, so that the wounded soldiers arriving in droves from the battlefield could send letters home to their mothers.
The air raids grew heavier, and the French began dropping shit-bombs on us, there was so much shit flying around that it was hard to understand where they were getting it all from.
I heard someone say they simply liked eating, they were a nation that just loved to eat, and it was all down to their superior metabolisms.