The moral effect of the thundering of one's own artillery is most extraordinary, and many of us thought that we had never heard any more welcome sound than the deep roaring and crashing that started in at our rear — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
Life that only a few hours before had glowed with enthusiasm and exultation, suddenly paled and sickened. — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
Although I had resigned my commission as an officer two years before, I immediately left Switzerland, accompanied by my wife, in order to report… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
Human nerves quickly get accustomed to the most unusual conditions and circumstances and I noticed that quite a number of men actually fell asleep… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
The earlier days of the republic went into the acquisition of money and the provision for material things is now finding an outlet in… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
My wife volunteered her services as Red Cross nurse, insisting upon being sent to the front, in order to be as near me as… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
I saw a great many men die afterwards, some suffering horribly, but I do not recall any death that affected me quite so much… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
Genius is an overused word. The world has known only about a half dozen geniuses. I got only fairly near. — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
IN trying to recall my impressions during my short war duty as an officer in the Austrian Army, I find that my recollections of… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
We started at once to dig our trenches, half of my platoon stepping forward abreast, the men being placed an arm's length apart. After… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
What impressed me particularly in Vienna was the strict order everywhere. No mob disturbances of any kind, in spite of the greatly increased liberty… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
Courage, energy and patience are the virtues which appeal to my heart. — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
Signs of fatigue soon manifested themselves more and more strongly, and slowly the men dropped out one by one, from sheer exhaustion. No murmur… — Fritz Kreisler Copy Share Image
