#testament of youth

I got a plant and called it Aloe Vera Brittain. 

I am terrible at keeping plants alive, but I am optimistic about Aloe Vera Brittain’s chances of survival. 

Roland Leighthyme, however, is another matter.

  'Everything,’ I wrote later to Edmund, ‘was damp and worn and simply caked with mud. And I was glad that neither you nor Victor nor anyone who may some day go to the front was there to see. If you had been, you would have been overwhelmed by the horror of war without its glory. For though he had only worn the things when living, the smell of those clothes was the smell of graveyards and the Dead. The mud of France which covered them was not ordinary mud; it had not the usual clean pure smell of earth, but it was as though it were saturated with dead bodies - of dead that had been dead a long, long time… There was his cap, bent in and shapeless out of recognition - the soft cap he wore rakishly on the back of his head - with the badge thickly coated with mud. He must have fallen on top of it, or perhaps one of the people  who fetched him in trampled on it.’

Testament of Youth, Vera Brittain

(1933)

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