Over 40 letters, written between 1915 - 1918 from both France and Italy, reproduced as they were written, from the hell of the trenches to tucking into a delightful, although unexpected meal on Christmas Day - these are some of the most colourful, graphic and moving accounts of a soldier's life during World War 1... All Well Yet It is impossible to describe the 'no mans land', it's the greyness of it, the actual want of colour, the endless succession of holes and mounds, shattered timbers sticking up from mud, endless abandoned trenches, rows of trees halved, or stripped into poles, the extraordinary amount of abandoned equipment bombs, rifles, clothing, and the dead amongst it all, quiet, not repulsive, fitting into the drab scene, sometimes German sometimes English. In twos or threes as they were killed, or one by himself, lonely even in this lonely place. The pools of water in the shell holes are green or red, and over the endless stumps and twisted broken wires rises the sour smell of battlefield. The Lewis guns having the time of their lives, and crying, their voices lost in the din of the shells and the savage yells of our men half mad with blood over the ruins of house and orchard, a machine gun, manned to the last, holds up the line, the bombers swing round it, rifle grenades add to the din and it stops. Then the objective, furious digging, rushing up and down, stores up, guns in position, and then comparative quiet. When the smoke clears away, the bright sunlight reveals every sordid detail of a mechanical war. Stores lie in every direction, everything broken, and every here and there a man, twisted into dreadful attitudes, but with quiet faces they lie where they fell, the dust veiling the wounds, finished with it all... 'All Well Yet' - compiled by Timothy James Brown (Grandson of William Neilson Brown)