Love and the Loveless: A Soldier's Tale by Williamson, Henry (2011)

Love and the Loveless: A Soldier's Tale by Williamson, Henry (2011)

Language: English

Pages: 0

ISBN: B00DO963I2

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Love and the Loveless: A Soldier's Tale by Williamson, Henry (2011)

Language: English

Pages: 0

ISBN: B00DO963I2

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


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faces around a table on which stood German beer-bottles winking with candles. The General was looking at a large map. Men with red tabs were writing on pads, on their knees. The conference seemed about over, for soon message books were being shut, armfuls of maps collected and tied in bundles. He went away into the night and as he waited there he heard one of the officers asking where he could find a pole, or a stout stick. He helped in the search, thinking it wise to say who he was, in case the

of flares, gun-flashes, and coloured rockets, far from the home he had left, in spirit at least, for ever. In that home, he thought, he had always come between Father and Mother; perhaps his death would bring them together. * There were a couple of days of cushy life, sitting around the stove in the new company headquarter hut. So far the company officers were Darky Fenwick, Montfort, Teddy Pinnegar, a subaltern who was a farmer in Lincolnshire before the war, and himself. At the other end of

of the funeral, and didn’t fire or anything when Ninian’s great friend flew over and dropped a wreath. He did have an idea to land on their field, to thank them personally, but thought it might not be understood when he got back, so he hedge-hopped, and got fired at, but it was his fault, for not keeping height.” “But do you tell your husband, the one you have now, about your affairs?” “The details, you mean? Of course not. I don’t even remember them myself. They are unimportant. He knows the

that some donks had lowered an ear, sign of exhaustion, he scrounged another roll, making of it extra blankets for them; only to find that most of the mules had spent the small hours in eating one another’s coverings. Some already had the habit of gnawing the rugs of their neighbours, in the nervous misery of the nights. Sergeant Rivett told him that the cocoanut screens were for concealment from view. They were to be strung on posts, to hide traffic movement on roads under observation. “The

come down to me, Mother o’ Mine––––       When his host came back, saying that the fug in the tent had turned him up, Phillip waited to hear what the gaol-bird had to do with Broncho Bill. “Well, he cleared off after a bit, and was caught, and brought back. Here’s the point. As he was being taken along the village street, to the cage, a redcap overheard an A.S.C. corporal coming out of an estaminet say, ‘That’s the bloke that’s been harbouring the Australian deserters.’ So the redcap

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