There was not the same sense of drama as they passed, but these clean-shaven boys of ours, hardened by foul weather, by frost, and rain-storms, and blizzard, go forward into the great waste, which the enemy had left behind him, in their usual matter-of-fact way, whistling a tune or two, passing a whimsical word along the line, settling down to any old job that comes in a day's work, and finding as much comfort as they can at the end of a long day's march on the lee side of a shell-broken wall.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
I have never seen such cheerful prisoners, although for the most part they were without overcoats and in a cold blizzard of snow.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
As gallant as the fighting men were the supply columns, who sent up carriers through blizzard and shell-fire.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs