"I felt a beast."

I'm currently reading War Diaries:  A Chaplain at Gallipoli edited by Gavin Roynon ©2011.  It's the journal and letters of Kenneth Best, written during the disastrous campaign against Turkey in World War One.

In his journal, he describes scenes far more gruesome and terrible than the one below- but I bet this was the one that haunted him for a long time to come:

Poor chap in 4th E. Lancs lost brother.  Came broken hearted to ask me to bury him.  On Saturday I asked the boy to identify the corpse being dragged down the trench on an oil sheet.  He did not reply.  I asked a second time sharply.  "My brother," he managed to sob out.  I felt a beast.