Evan

“Happy are these who lose imagination: They have enough to carry with ammunition. Their spirit drags no pack, Their old wounds save with cold cannot more ache. Having seen all things red, Their eyes are rid Of the hurt of the colour of blood for ever. And terror’s first constriction over, Their senses in some scorching cautery of battle Now long since ironed, Can laugh among the dying, unconcerned.”
― Candace Ward, World War One British Poets: Brooke, Owen, Sassoon, Rosenberg and Others