|Edward Simmons, Girl Reading (1893)|
…and then came the War. I was too old to go; they even refused me in the Camouflage section, although I insist I would have been of use.
Although I was not allowed to take part in the War, my whole world changed. The color of everything—we were enmeshed in khaki. To eyes accustomed to riotous shades, this deadening of the whole tone of things was tremendously depressing… I wanted to keep step, and felt as if I were marching, marching, marching—until I would suddenly become conscious that I was only sitting still. I had never found the necessity of realizing the meaning of the old saying, “He also serves—“ For the first time I was forced to acknowledge that it was the age of the young.
• I am grateful to Craig Ede for alerting me to this wonderful memoir.
|Edward Simmons (date unknown)|