rivet-ting

Updated: May 14, 2025

You go out one week and look through your glasses at a green, smiling country-little churches, villages nestling among woods, white roads running across a green carpet; next week you see nothing but ruins and a country-side pitted with shell-holes. All night the machine guns tap like rivet-ting machines when a New York sky-scraper is in the building.

Coningsby Dawson - Carry On : Letters in War-Time