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~Marty Qualls
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No Man’s Land, Ypres Salient, Flanders Belgium:
“Cover—they needed cover. A machine gun chortled, far too near. There must be a hole there, not yet flooded, a trench. something. Another shell splashed down, and another howled as it flew. They reached the lip of a crater and Freddie tumbled in, his cry lost in the almighty noise.”
This book is presenting the magnitude of the Great war. What a wreck of a mess!
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“Cover—they needed cover. A machine gun chortled, far too near. There must be a hole there, not yet flooded, a trench. something. Another shell splashed down, and another howled as it flew. They reached the lip of a crater and Freddie tumbled in, his cry lost in the almighty noise.”
This book is presenting the magnitude of the Great war. What a wreck of a mess!
~Marty Qualls
is on page 72 of 325
I’m learning more about WWI. I didn’t know much about what really started the Great War (an assasination), and now page 72, I learned more about an early battle in the war, the battle of Mons and angelic warriors.
“The Angels of Mons offered something deeply reassuring: the possibility that Britain was not alone, that divine forces might protect its soldiers when human strength was insufficient.”
— Oct 15, 2026 08:01AM
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“The Angels of Mons offered something deeply reassuring: the possibility that Britain was not alone, that divine forces might protect its soldiers when human strength was insufficient.”
~Marty Qualls
is on page 65 of 325
How messed up is war?
Two humans, opposite sides of the conflict.
Year 1914, WWI:
“Their eyes met, just as another star shell faded, and in the dark Winter asked, "Am I your prisoner? Or are you mine, Iven?" And wasn't that just the bloody question? Freddie let him go.
"Christ, each the other's, I suppose. But I'll follow, if you choose the direction."
— Oct 15, 2026 07:00AM
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Two humans, opposite sides of the conflict.
Year 1914, WWI:
“Their eyes met, just as another star shell faded, and in the dark Winter asked, "Am I your prisoner? Or are you mine, Iven?" And wasn't that just the bloody question? Freddie let him go.
"Christ, each the other's, I suppose. But I'll follow, if you choose the direction."
~Marty Qualls
is on page 55 of 325
Interesting how we always marvel (or are terrified) of progress and the future. Seems the same now as it was then?
Page 55, year 1914:
"Look at the world now. It's terrifying, isn't it? We have fying machines. Phonographs. Moving pictures, even. Everything is changing so fast. In a way, it's easier to imagine the world's going to end. At least there's a certainty to it. But change where does change stop?"
— Oct 15, 2026 06:15AM
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Page 55, year 1914:
"Look at the world now. It's terrifying, isn't it? We have fying machines. Phonographs. Moving pictures, even. Everything is changing so fast. In a way, it's easier to imagine the world's going to end. At least there's a certainty to it. But change where does change stop?"
~Marty Qualls
is on page 47 of 325
WWI, foxhole collapse, struggle to stay alive:
“Don't be a child don't be a child, don't... "I'm afraid, he said, and was ashamed.
The hand tightened, the last real thing in his whole world. "So am I" Winter's voice sharpened."Go."
The book has a half dozen interrelated characters so far. Great job of character building and I’m in the dark so far as to where we are going in the story. Very well written, enjoying
— Oct 14, 2026 06:48AM
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“Don't be a child don't be a child, don't... "I'm afraid, he said, and was ashamed.
The hand tightened, the last real thing in his whole world. "So am I" Winter's voice sharpened."Go."
The book has a half dozen interrelated characters so far. Great job of character building and I’m in the dark so far as to where we are going in the story. Very well written, enjoying
