I’d been on duty from two till four.
I went and stared at the dug-out door.
Down in the frowst I heard them snore.
‘Stand to!’ Somebody grunted and swore.
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I like the monologue spoken by a soldier who is losing faith in God and man, because of the war
fought in the trenches of fear and uncertainty. He hopes to get wounded for a respite from fighting;
if Jesus grants this, ' I'll believe in your bread and wine'.
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I like the monologue spoken by a soldier who is losing faith in God and man, because of the war fought in the trenches of fear and uncertainty. He hopes to get wounded for a respite from fighting; if Jesus grants this, ' I'll believe in your bread and wine'.