The musings of the honey bee

“I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed.”

If you get tired, learn to rest, not to quit.

Even after the bloodiest encounters around the perimeter [of Tobruk], both sides managed to maintain a rough-hewn regard for the other’ casualties. Sergeant Bill Tuitt… who had been put in charge of his battalion’s stretcher-bearers, made frequent forays into no man’s land, under a flag of truce, to recover the dead and wounded. On one occasion he and his party were given a shouted warning by a German that they were approaching a minefield. ‘We could see the bodies of thirteen of our chaps lying there. A couple of Jerries came out with a mine-detector and guided a lieutenant and a doctor out to us… They brought out four wounded and let the truck come up to take them away. Then they carried out the bodies of fifteen dead and helped us with those still in the minefield. When the last of our dead had been brought to us, the lieutenant… lowered his flag and I lowered mine. I saluted him and he saluted back, but he gave me the salute of the Reichwehr [sic], not of the Nazis.‘