To the intense surprise of every one he scrambled out of our trench and, exposed against the sky-line, walked to the other trench and, while he rolled a handful of cigarettes, drew the fire of the enemy.

It was not that he was brave; he had shown that he was not.

He was merely stupid.

Between death and cigarettes, his mind could not rise above cigarettes.
Why the same kind of people are so differently affected by danger is very hard to understand.

It is almost impossible to get a line on it.