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254 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 26, 2020
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
"Why should they imagine glory when the truth is blood and mud and horror?"
"Because it's kinder."
"Kinder? Easier you mean. Wrap it all in King and Country and forget what war really is. It betrays them, it betrays everyone who died."
No words between them, just breaths, no thoughts to trouble them, just touch and taste and feel. Only delight, only joy. Only love.




["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>Different lenses, West had called it, the way they'd seen mankind stripped bare, down to its bloody bones. Private or general, illiterate or scholar, honest British tommy or young Indian jawan - they'd all lived and died the same in the end, equally possessed of brutality and compassion, of love and hate. Of pity. Of blood. Just men clinging to their humanity and finding joy in each other, in scarlet bursts of friendship as bright and unexpected as the poppies that bloomed among the dead.Upon returning from the war, it is expected that Ash will return to his boring job at a London bank, while West struggles to find employment. Ash offers a job to West at his ancestral estate, but they have to walk a fine line between exploring the love they share, and all those who expect that Ash will marry well, and that West will uncomplainingly serve as a lesser.
“The men who run the world want to keep it for themselves, so the only way to get what we want is to take it. Bugger the rules and bugger the men who make them.”