You can always tell an old battlefield where many men have lost their lives. The next spring the grass comes up greener and more luxuriant than on the surrounding countryside; the poppies are redder, the corn-flowers more blue. They grow over the field and down the sides of the shell holes and lean, almost touching, across the abandoned trenches in a mass of color that ripples all day in the direction that the wind blows. They take the pits and scars out of the torn land and make it a sweet, sloping surface again. Take a wood, now, or a ravine: In a year's time you could never guess the things which had taken place there.


Company K (1933)


You can always tell an old battlefield where many men have lost their lives. The next spring the grass comes up greener and more luxuriant than on...

You can always tell an old battlefield where many men have lost their lives. The next spring the grass comes up greener and more luxuriant than on...

You can always tell an old battlefield where many men have lost their lives. The next spring the grass comes up greener and more luxuriant than on...

You can always tell an old battlefield where many men have lost their lives. The next spring the grass comes up greener and more luxuriant than on...