Even during the hardest times, like the previous May when his [Sir Stewart Gore-Browne’s] best friend Kerr had been killed at Ypres, shot through the head, he had clung to the thought that somewhere up there was a God. But sometimes with so much death, he asked himself whether there really could be. Arras is far, far worse than Ypres, he had written, shortly after arriving there from the 17th Division, sorry to leave his eager recruits, but glad to be back with regulars and in the thick of things.
And we all know that the real battle, the big one, is still to come. While Ypres was a skeleton, a place of dead bones, Arras seems like a corpse, a still beautiful corpse with terrible wounds that keep on bleeding.
Source:
Lamb, Christina. “Part One: 1914-1927, Chapter 4.” The Africa House: The True Story of An English Gentleman and His African Dream. Harper Collins Publishers, 2004. 47. Print.
Further Reading:
[Second Battle of Arras]( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Arras_(1917\))
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