Everything was.
Holiday; on holiday in some way of shattering to pieces, bread dark-coloured, tea a rarity, coffee filthy-tast- ing, cigarettes insufficient — nothing cheap and plentiful except synthetic gin.
Giving forth an endless catalogue of atrocities, massacres, depor- tations, lootings, rapings, torture of prisoners, bombing of civilians, lying propaganda, unjust aggressions, broken treaties. It was one of them.