Normally I still see my children as babies, scratching their backs when they eed to relax.My daughter had just finished her irst wee of college with excellent grades, missing the Dean 's list by a point.
Edward had very close friends: Geoffrey, Victor and Roland.
After such walks, Edward secretly composed Vera a poem dated 19 April 1914: " Down the long white road we walked together, Down between the grey hills and the heather, Where the tawny-crestedPlover cries.You seemed all brown and soft, just like a linnet, Your errant hair had shadowed sunbeams in it, And there shone all AprilIn your eyes.With your golden voice of tears and laughterSoftened into song: 'Does aught come afterLife,' you asked, 'When life isLaboured through? What is God, and som for which we 're striving? ''Sweetest sceptic, we were born for living.Life is Love, and Love is -- You, ear, you.' " World war one then broke out.
Young men like Edward, Victor and Geoffrey rushed to enlist in the military.
generation without a hindsight, these fine young men innocently marched towards the meat grinder that was world war one " for God, King and Country. " Vera left Somerville and volunteered as a urse.
They exchanged letters: Roland while in the muddy trenches, Vera in- between attending to the wounded and the dying.
Vera kept a diary.In one poignant letter Vera wrote Roland, she emarked that they are like old people for the kept on reminiscing about the past, the man times they had been together.
She rote the dead Roland a poem ntitled " Perhaps " ( google this and see it in Vera 's own handwriting): " Perhaps some day the sun ill shine again, And I hall see that till the skies are blue, And feel once more I do not live in vain, Although bereft of You.Perhaps the golden meadows at my feetWill make the sunny hours of spring seem gay, And I mus find the white May-blossoms sweet, Though You have passed away.Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright, And crimson roses once again be fair, And autumn harvest fields a rich delight, Although You are not there.But though kind Time may many joys renew, There is one greatest joy I shall not knowAgain, because my heart for loss of YouWas broken, long ago. " Geoffrey, the handsomest of the four, perished in a battle.
Just a wee before war ended Edward himself was killed after retaking a position during a battle.
Numerous times Roland, Geoffrey, Victor and Edward were able to get leaves and visit their families and friends; d.
Who is there who has known and seen who can ay that Victory is worth the death of no one of al? " Apparently, after ears of fighting and dying there came a point where the me, so full of glorious notions at the en, did n't wan anymore what the war was all about, the fiction of it aving made everything seemed meaningless.
Another British Expeditionary Force had an Army marching song sung to the son of " Auld Lang Syne " -- " We 're here becauseWe 're here becauseWe 're here becauseWe 're here ... " And from the French trenches came this philosophical tract: " When you re a soldier you are one of two things, either at the front or behind the lines.
If you are in a danger zone you are one one of two hings; either you are wounded or you are not.
If you are slightly wounded you need not worry.
She becam a pacifist all her life and died in 1970.And yes, that pretty girl in a nurse 's uniform in the nove 's cover was her, taken during the Great War.