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"One step beyond that boundary line which resembles the line

dividing the living from the dead lies uncertainty, suffering,

and death. And what is there? Who is there?-there beyond that

field, that tree, that roof lit up by the sun? No one knows, but

one wants to know. You fear and yet long to cross that line, and

know that sooner or later it must be crossed and you will have to

find out what is there, just as you will inevitably have to learn

what lies the other side of death. But you are strong, healthy,

cheerful, and excited, and are surrounded by other such excitedly

animated and healthy men." So thinks, or at any rate feels,

anyone who comes in sight of the enemy, and that feeling gives a

particular glamour and glad keenness of impression to everything

that takes place at such moments.