Charlotte Bingham has a gift when it comes to writing about England during wartime.
As always the story is captivating and touching.
The cast of characters is large and diverse in personalities and stories.
I loved every second I spent reading this book and couldn’t avoid having tears in my eyes when I understood the meaning of the book’s title and during the ending.
Reading about the lives of people during a war will never stop touching my soul.
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Instead of trying to understand my feelings right now I will just post one of my favorite quotes:
“My dear, we must not romanticise the war that is undoubtedly ahead, not for a single second. War is terrible, terrible, terrible; and never more terrible than in retrospect. However much one tries to turn away from the memories of the things one saw when one was young, believe me, it is impossible. They are stained, and I mean stained, on your mind, never leaving you, returning to you again and again in your dreams, in waking moments, when one is half asleep, when one is waking. One smells and hears again and again the scents and sickening sounds of war, and the only thing that stops one from falling into an abyss of despair is the knowledge that one did something towards limiting the suffering, sending back the young men to their families- oh, and sending back the enemies to their families too, because when a young man lies dying in your arms, believe me, it doesn’t matter where he comes from, he is just another young man dying for no good purpose. At least, to be honest, for no good purpose that I could ever make out, certainly not one that that one could point to with any certainty, either then or now.”