"We sat and talked ..."
Though I read the book several months ago, it is wonderful to see excerpts like this one set forth so beautifully. If there is any tear left in my body, this scene will open the flood-gates and empty them all.
Thank you “Victor Richardson”.
Vera Brittain, May 1917:
[…] His head was still copiously bandaged, and one brown eye, impotently open, stared glassily into fathomless blackness. If…