He comes, and crys with an air of wretchedness & despair--I am Sick--my feet lame--my legs are sore--my body cover'd with this tormenting Itch--my Cloaths are worn out--my Constitution is broken--my former Activity is exhausted by fatigue--hunger & Cold!--I fail fast I shall soon be no more!
Albert Beveridge: “He comes, and crys with an air of wretchedness & despair--I am Sick--my feet lame--my legs are sore--my body cover'd…”
Editor's note · Context
This quote illustrates the dire conditions faced by soldiers, highlighting their physical and emotional suffering.
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