Porter Gembling
I shall not easily forget those long winter nights in the front line. Darkness fell about four in the afternoon and dawn was not until eight next morning. These sixteen hours of blackness were broken by gun flashes, the gleam of star shells and punctuated by the scream of a shell or the sudden heart-stopping rattle of a machine-gun. The long hours crept by with leaden feet and sometimes it seemed as if time itself was dead.
F. Noakes, in ‘The Distant Drum’
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Take the stairs. Always take the stairs. Good for the body and good for the mind.

Rooms, Rooms, Rooms.

Who to put where?

They really are never happy.