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This quote occurs in the early days of World War I, as Jack Firebrace works seemingly endless hours digging miles of British trenches in France. As a miner, Jack spends most of his time underground and is not an infantry soldier; however, this does not shelter him from the unspeakable violence and death of the war, and Jack feels complicit in this inhumanity. Like Lieutenant Stephen Wraysford, Jack is beginning to learn that there isn’t a line the men won’t cross, and these terrible acts are committed by little more than children.
Jack describes one of the soldiers as a…
