Phillip gave a chuckle
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November 1915 The Home Front
He woke to the wan sunlight that insinuated itself through a gap in the curtains. His legs itched madly under their plaster sheaths and Phillip groaned aloud, then cursed himself. Others on this ward were far worse off than he. The officers’ hospital was a converted country house called Bentley Hall. Non-ambulatory cases such as Phillip were accommodated on
classic gay porn the ground floor. He shared the former library with five other young men. Three had lost a leg, one both. Phillip thought his fifth companion the worst off of all of them – he had been gassed.
All six had taken their wounds at what was now being called the Battle of Loos. Phillip had heard that the church bells had been rung for victory after the first day. Like the others, he dismissed this as incomprehensible madness. The veterans, those who had been out since ’14, no longer believed in victory in the conventional sense. Phillip had formed the view that the war would go on, consuming men and money until the Great Powers finally ran out of both. Yet already the newspaper talk was of another ‘Big Push’ next year when the New Armies recruited by Lord Kitchener would be
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He had made his journey home by stages. From the battalion aid post he
classic gay porn had been taken by solid-tyred ambulance over the jolting pavée to a casual clearing station in the
classic gay porn rear. There he had been subjected to the routine triage and sorted as a potential survivor. After that he spent a week in a tented hospital near Boulogne before the hospital ship had brought him to Dover. His parents
classic gay porn had met the ship and were allowed a brief reunion before Phillip was once more embarked on a hospital train and had completed his journey to the hospital by ambulance from London. Now, after six weeks of inertia, he felt ready to go completely insane.
A small cabinet stood beside his bed and from this, Phillip picked up the letter from Captain Redbourne and
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What Ho, W-B,
Thought you might like to hear how the workers at Mars’s Mill are faring while you take your ease in Blighty. The battalion were withdrawn on the 28th and we’re now in Divisional reserve awaiting our master’s pleasure. Censor won’t let me say where we are, of course, but you will remember that grubby little estaminet where Madame wore the most hideous shade of yellow!
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