
The Unwomanly Face of War

We stood in front of the street of houses watching the battle; the sights and sounds of air bombardment were constantly changing, the people near us tried to interpret them now. ‘We don’t hear so much of that gunfire these days, do you remember the old days when the barrage first started, that was something like a row, that was.’ The few months ago
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My family and I had no idea what was happening in the outside world, but we were able to guess what shape other parts of the country were in from looking at the changes around us. At school, the classrooms weren’t even half-full. Our homeroom teacher was nowhere to be seen, and the number of teachers who did stick around dropped to just four or fiv
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The mud isn’t so bad, at first. He wades through it with barely a grimace. It’s no worse than Agincourt, or the Somme. At least there’s no bullets flying, no hot shell fragments raining down or French coursers charging at him. The only problem is the mail, which weighs him down. And Christ, it’s a hot day. Summers never used to be this hot, he’s su
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The Service had a long and honourable tradition of women dying behind enemy lines, but was less enthusiastic about placing them behind important desks.