Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; Nuclear warfare -- Fiction; War stories
He goes on to write of the escape from individuality in science and
service, and of his discovery of this ‘salvation.’ All that was then,
no doubt, very moving and original; now it seems only the most obvious
commonplace of human life.
The glow of the sunset faded, the twilight deepened into night. The
fires burnt the brighter, and some Irishmen away across the mere
started singing. But Barnet’s men were too weary for that sort of
thing, and soon the bank and the barge were heaped with sleeping forms.
‘I alone seemed unable to sleep. I suppose I was over-weary, and after
a little feverish slumber by the tiller of the barge I sat up, awake
and uneasy....
‘That night Holland seemed all sky. There was just a little black lower
rim to things, a steeple, perhaps, or a line of poplars, and then the
great hemisphere swept over us. As at first the sky was empty. Yet my
uneasiness referred itself in some vague way to the sky.
‘And now I was melancholy. I found something strangely sorrowful and
submissive in the sleepers all about me, those men who had marched so
far, who had left all the established texture of their lives behind
them to come upon this mad campaign, this campaign that signified
nothing and consumed everything, this mere fever of fighting. I saw how
little and feeble is the life of man, a thing of chances,
preposterously unable to find the will to realise even the most timid
of its dreams. And I wondered if always it would be so, if man was a
doomed animal who would never to the last days of his time take hold of
fate and change it to his will. Always, it may be, he will remain
kindly but jealous, desirous but discursive, able and unwisely
impulsive, until Saturn who begot him shall devour him in his turn....
‘I was roused from these thoughts by the sudden realisation of the
presence of a squadron of aeroplanes far away to the north-east and
very high. They looked like little black dashes against the midnight
blue. I remember that I looked up at them at first rather idly—as one
might notice a flight of birds. Then I perceived that they were only
the extreme wing of a great fleet that was advancing in a long line
very swiftly from the direction of the frontier and my attention
tightened.
‘Directly I saw that fleet I was astonished not to have seen it before.
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