Blunden's war memoirs are not like other peoples. They discuss his two years as a young officer spending time at all the best places, Bethune, Ypres, Somme etc, his regiment the 11th Royal Sussex being moved from one jolly spot to another. With each move less and less of the original members remain and the 'feel' of the regiment alters as time passes.
It is that 'feel' rather than a day by day account of war that we find in the book. Some go into great detail of battles and the regiment and the people involved yet while those are clear enough Blunden wishes to write for those that were there as they alone will understand what life was like at war. The book offers many asides in passing, the dead lying around a battlefield from six months or more before, the description of Ypres or the Somme, the broken villages in comparison to those well behind the line and of course the comradeship of a battalion facing daily danger. 'The 'feel' of being there is real and it is understandable that many regard this as the greatest war book of its kind.
His poetry is attached at the end of this book. Sassoon believed the war had affected Blunden more than any other poet, which is saying something, and his poetry is amongst the best of the war.
I liked this book and recommend it to any who know something about the war.
Here we see the England side sneaking home after the anti-climax of their world cup venture. While the media grasped at the famous victory that was never to be the hopes rose and flags abounded everywhere.
None are seen today.
The excuses abound instead, some media attack the manager, players and anyone but themselves but as yet quite gently, after all it is not truth these people offer but what they consider the public wish to hear. As soon as possible they will stick the knives in, none can escape.
Still, it's been a giggle innit...?