CLARKE: He’ll have us string ourselves up on that wire, I suppose!

HAYWARD: The Colonel’s not the one making the decisions.

CLARKE: He damn well has to carry them out.

HAYWARD: He could be in the dark as much as we are.

CLARKE: Whatever he does know, he’s keeping to himself. We’re only the ones who’ve got to “rout the Hun,” remember.

HAYWARD: And what bloody difference does it all make? Tell me that.

CLARKE: Not a damn bit. That’s it, don’t you see! We’re in it now, and we do what we have to do. We have a meal, we wash up, we go to war.

“This past summer in Trinity, among those who had come to No Man’s Land was a very, very old man. At the end, he stood up and he said, ‘I knew these men. I knew them.’ It was, in its simplicity, the most powerful statement that one could ever hear about the play.”
     Donna Butt

“Kevin Major is among the best Canadian writers of his generation. He has established himself as a figure of singular importance in our literature.”
     John Moss