I had that feeling this morning, standin...

I had that feeling this morning, standing out there in the line while the sun was rising. By the way, did you see the sunrise? Wasn’t it gorgeous? I was looking across at the Boche trenches and right beyond--not a sound or a soul; just an enormous plain, all churned up like a sea that got muddier and muddier till it’s so stiff that it can’t move. You could have heard a pin drop in the quiet; yet you knew thousands of guns were hidden there, all ready cleaned and oiled--millions of bullets lying in pouches--thousands of Germans, waiting and thinking. Then ,gradually, that feeling came--

Sheriff, R.C. Journey’s End. Penguin Classics, 2000, pp.45-6.