When Stella leaves home to aid the wounded men in London, she finds solace writing to a soldier, Captain Malcolm Ross . In their communication, she is able to remember and relive her life as it was, instead of in the sickbeds among which she lives her life now. Malcolm began writing in the hope of staving off the incredible loneliness of being abroad during the war. When Malcolm is wounded, Stella’s letters become his saving grace, helping him to escape the horror of battle through her words. But, in the hospital he is transferred to, a quiet nurse there catches his eye, and through her gentleness and sincere compassion for him, he begins to question his feelings for his letter-writing love. Stella doesn’t know how to react when her two worlds collide and Captain Ross is brought to the hospital she is entrenched in, for rehabilitation. The letters they exchange their contain their hopes of changing both their lives, forever.
Apart from the awkward writing style, ‘DearCaptain Ross’ is riddled with so much that is factually wrong it’s unforgivable; from inaccuracies that a simple online search would put right, to the downright stupid and lazy. Queen’s Air Force? You mean ROYAL AIR FORCE QUEEN’s Air Force in WW2? The monarch was KING George. Don’t get me started on hierarchy, socialising, and a list of other problems. I persevered to the end, but could not force myself to read more than ‘Dear Captain Ross’ (who was said at one point to be a squadron leader, in which case his rank would be Squadron Leader). If you don’t have a good grasp of the period DON’T write about it. Bad, lazy, and cringeworthy. Give this a miss.