Love in the Time of War
Prologue: The Western Front 1915 He needed time to think. The noise, the sights were overwhelming. The smells of cordite and blood nauseated him. Major William Stewart, King’s Royal Rifles, was scared. He never expected it to be like this. Hunkered down in a fetid shell hole, his batman laying next to him, gurgling his life away, the Major was miles away from home. He lay on his back and looked at the sky. He tried to clear his head and make sense of what was happening. ‘Major, Major!’ the...