Back in the billets I hate the men with their petty crimes, their stubborn moods, their continual bad language. But in a difficult time, they show up splendidly. Under heavy shellfire it was curious to look into their eyes. You perceive the wide, frightened and rather piteous wonder then the patient look turned towards you. Not ‘what the bloody hell is this?’ but ‘is it quite fair? we cannot move. We are little animals. Is it necessary to make such large shells to kill such feeble animals as us?’ I quite agree with them but had to put my eyeglass fairly in my eye and make bad jokes. And, looking back, I blush to think of the damnably bad jokes I did make.

Captain Ian Campbell, qtd. in Death’s Men: Soldiers of the Great War by Denis Winter. (via edwardii)

saxifraga-x-urbium:

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noodlehorsecomics:

Yes please consider adopting a Greyhound, they are incredibly misunderstood pets! I was inspired to look into it when seeing them on stop 5 list of perfect apartment dogs! They are not energetic in the slightest, in fact they sleep about as much as cats do.

They’re big dumb soft babies who love cuddles and don’t smell at all and have the softest ears of any good boy

Sighthounds are ridiculous lazy ass dogs who don’t bark much either. They do make delightful range of other majestically stupid noises that are less likely to annoy neighbours…