In the canon
Good-Bye to All That
- Form
- Form Memoir
- Year
- Year 1929
- Pages
- Pages 350
On his twenty-first birthday Robert Graves opened The Times and read the announcement of his own death. A shell fragment had gone through his lung at High Wood, his colonel had already written the letter of condolence to his mother, and the correction took a week to catch up.
This is a story of what I was, not what I am.
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