To a French aviator, flying sublimely over it all, the Verdun front after a rainfall resembled disgustingly the ‘humid skin of a monstrous toad’.
Another flyer, James McConnell, (an American, later killed with the Lafayette Squadron) noted after passing over ‘red-roofed Verdun’ – which had ‘spots in it where no red shows and you know what has happened there’ – that abruptly there is only a brown belt, a strip of murdered nature. It seems to belong to another world. Every sign of humanity has been swept away. The woods and roads have vanished like chalk wiped from a blackboard; of the villages nothing remains but grey smears… During heavy bombardments and attacks I have seen shells falling like rain.
Source:
Horne, Alistair. “Widening Horizons.” The Price of Glory: Verdun 1916. New York: St. Martin's, 1963. 173-74. Print.
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