There has been a lot of fighting hereabouts. The trenches have made themselves rather than been made, and run inconsequently in and out of the big thirtyfoot high stacks of bricks it is most confusing. The parapet of a trench which we dont occupy is built up with ammunition boxes and corpses . . . In one of the most honest and candid selfportraits ever committed to paper, Robert Graves tells the extraordinary story of his experiences as a young officer in the First World War. He describes life in the trenches in vivid, raw detail, how the dehumanizing horrors he witnessed left him shellshocked. They were to haunt him for the rest of his life.