On the Albanian Front

"And to see the shells exploding in front of me, covering me in earth, and hear the cannons, machine guns and mortars firing endlessly all day, and the dead and injured piling up, and hear voices and weeping and screams of pain. Save us, God, for only you can do that and no-one else. I am writing this up on a mountain at 2 thou. metres covered in snow on 6^th February 1941." (Diary kept by Private Nikolaos Emm. Panakakis, Society of Cretan Historical Studies, in press).