They took Phillip to the Casualty Clearing Station behind Arras. He was seldom
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Phillip woke in the night. It was dark outside and the dim light of paraffin lamps gave a soft illumination to the hospital tent. Peter still sat beside his cot. One arm was in a sling. He looked drained and exhausted. Phillip’s mind was all clarity. He knew with absolute certainty that he was dying. There was no pain, simply a vague feeling of being cold but even this was remote, distant from him. Peter was trying to smile but it looked remarkably like there were tears in his eyes.
“Peter?”
“Don’t try to talk, old chap, save your strength.”
“No Peter, this is important. I’m dying, Peter. No. Don’t try to kid me. I can feel it. It isn’t at all bad, you know.”
He lapsed into silence, seeming to drift for a while. When he spoke again his voice was weaker.
“I want you to do something for me. Please make sure they take me home. I want to be buried in Dorset. Bethan will know the place, tell her.”
“Anything you want, Phillip, you know I will do it.”
“And Peter?”
“Yes, Phillip?”
“Take care of Bethan and the baby for me. It would mean so much to know that they’re in good
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“Sorry, won’t…”
Phillip’s head slipped back to one side. His eyes closed and a tranquil calm settled on his features. He thought he heard someone sobbing as he quietly slipped away.
November 11, 1919
Peter and Bethan stood on the bare hilltop. A recent gale had blasted
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