And oh, my! we had to pass the wounded. And some of the men were on stretchers going back to the dressing stations and some of them were lying around moaning and twitching. And the dead were all along the road and their mouths were open and their eyes, too, but they couldn't see nothing no more nohow. And it was wet and damp and cold. And it all made me think of the Bible and the story of the anti-Christ and Armageddon.-- Alvin York, describing World War I in his autobiography.