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First published January 1, 1997
But it was Joey Father loved best. If ever he got sick, Father would bed down with him in his stable and never leave his side. He loved that horse like a brother, more maybe.
He talked to me of many things after that... and of course about Masie, whose crusty bread was every bit as good as he had said. But try as I might, I never got to eat any her pasties and do you know, she never even offered me one. — from War Horse
Kindest man that ever lived, my father. Big and gentle, just like Joey. But he had spirit all right.
‘I was thinking about her on the dresser,’ he said. It took me a moment or two to work out who he meant. ‘Be twenty years today. She went and left me twenty years ago today. Everything to me, she was, and she goes and dies on me. And you know what? We was in the middle of something, something we hadn’t finished. And she took ill and died. She shouldn’t have. She shouldn’t have.’
‘What were you in the middle of?’
He looked at me and tried to smile.

