all-male production of a Chekhov play,
they fought like children: fiercely; lacking all
consideration for the feeble foe;
with feathers flying everywhere, as if
a bomb had landed on a chicken coop.
The shrieks of pleasure coming from the men
still young enough to think that pillow fights
were worth the effort. Carpe diem, lads.
'The most exciting thing to befall pilots in the RFC billeted in a girls' school on 6th September (1914) was that they donned the pupils' nightgowns over their uniforms and staged an epic pillow fight.'
"Catastrophe" by Max Hastings
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