A sense of beauty is every hindrance to a soldier; yet there would be no soldiers - or none such soldier had not men dead and living cherished and handed on the sacred fire. — Ivor Gurney Copy Share Image
The songs I had are withered Or vanished clean. Yet there are bright tracks Where I have been. — Ivor Gurney Copy Share Image
In the mind of all the English soldiers there is absolutely no hate for the Germans, but a kind of brotherly though slightly comtemptuous… — Ivor Gurney Copy Share Image
A sense of beauty is every hindrance to a soldier; yet there would be no soldiers - or none such soldier had not men… — Ivor Gurney Copy Share Image
