” But No Man’s Land is a goblin sight When patrols crawl over at dead o’ night; Boche or British, Belgian or French, You dice with death when you cross the trench. When the “rapid,” like fireflies in the dark, Flits down the parapet spark by spark, And you drop for cover to keep your head With your face on the breast of the four months’ dead. – James H. Knight Adkin ”
Artwork by Benjamin Sefring Released under the Creative Commons License (by-nc-nd)