See the man they are fitting into the bottom slot. He is…
““See the man they are fitting into the bottom slot. He is coughing badly. No, not pneumonia. Not tuberculosis. Nothing so picturesque. Gently, gently, stretcher-bearers… he is about done. He is coughing up clots of pinky-green filth. Only his lungs, Mother and Mrs. Evans-Mawington. He is coughing well to-night. That is gas. You’ve heard of gas. Haven’t you? It burns and shrivels the lungs to… to the mess you see on the ambulance floor there. He’s about the age of Bertie, Mother. Not unlike Bertie, either, with his gentle brown eyes and fair curly hair. Bertie would look up pleading like that in between coughing up his lungs… The son you have so generously given to the War. Cough, cough, little fair-haired boy. Perhaps somewhere your mother is thinking of you… boasting of the life she has so nobly given… the life you thought was your own, but which is hers to squander as she thinks fit. ‘My boy is not a slacker, thank God.’ Cough away, little boy, cough away. What does it matter, providing your mother doesn’t have to face the shame of her son’s cowardice?””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
The passage portrays a tragic wartime scene, reflecting on suffering, sacrifice, and the indifferent cruelty of war on individuals and families.
In simple terms: War inflicts deep personal loss and moral anguish.
Recognize the human cost of conflict.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- historical study
- peace activism
- counseling
- literary analysis
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- How does war shape personal identity?
- What responsibilities do societies have to victims?
Graphic detail may be disturbing.