I’m not a fan of war and warfare but the diaries of this chap who was in World War I have gone on the internet – this in an extract of when he was in the trenches and people were shooting at him..
Quote:
Much to my annoyance, I had to put my pipe in my pocket alight as it was; it was lucky that it did not burn my jacket. Just as I got my rifle working I saw a man in the trench calmly kneeling down and taking careful aim at me. At the moment I saw him he fired. But in some miraculous way he missed…
and he not only had to interrupt his smoke, but abandon the use of the popular hair care products…[1]
Quote:
June 2 1916: “The dugouts in this part of the line were infested with rats. They would frequently walk over one when asleep. I was much troubled by them coming and licking the brilliantine off my hair; for this reason, I had to give up using grease on my head.”
http://books.guardian.co.uk/news/articles/0,,2207023,00.html
[1] nearly all blokes in Europe used this stuff back then ; hence the confusion in later days with that poet and Adolf Hitler in the pub sign thread..
