He ,wounded, lay in no man's land fearful to crawl fro or back. He'd wait for darkness to try his luck and hoped the Huns would not attack. Something was needed to pass the time He reached his hand into his sack Aeschylus, in the original Greek, He read with pleasure until night turned black In the Attic tongue he was well honed and so he never felt alone.
Aeschylus was among the first to state that in war truth is the first casualty. This incident happened to an English aristocrat in WW1 (Not Churchill) but a man who later held high office. the name escapes me but i was always intrigued that someone would do this on a battlefield