Category Archives: World War 1

Angel

The sickly smell of death and decay mingled with cordite in the chill, night air. Soaking wet and slowly freezing in the darkness, Corporal William Harman MM lay broken and bleeding in the sodden shell hole. Scattered all around him … Continue reading

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Hero?

The girl looked at the medal pinned to his chest and smiled broadly. “Mais vous êtes un héro, monsieur. Nous sommes honorés par votre service, je ne pouvais pas prendre votre argent.» Corporal Bill Harman had paid nearly a month’s … Continue reading

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17 Words

“Regret to announce that your husband Cpl William Harman has been killed in action. Letter to follow.” Jim, the old postmaster, had delivered the telegram personally, and now stood, wringing his cap, at the door. “Edith, I’m so very sorry… … Continue reading

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Battle Ready

Battle ground another day blank sheet on which they’ll write their story. Pristine and perfect unbowed unbloodied no fears not yet!

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Angel

The sickly smell of death and decay mingled with cordite in the chill, night air. Soaking wet and slowly freezing in the darkness, Corporal William Harman MM lay broken and bleeding in the sodden shell hole. Scattered all around him … Continue reading

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Hero?

The girl looked at the medal pinned to his chest and smiled. “Mais vous êtes un héros monsieur, I couldn’t possibly take your money! “ Corporal Bill Harman had paid nearly a month’s pay for the exquisite Lalique Angel figurine, … Continue reading

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17 Words

“Regret to announce that your husband Cpl William Harman has been killed in action. Letter to follow.” Jim, the old postmaster, had delivered the telegram personally, and now stood, wringing his cap, at the door. “Edith, I’m so very sorry… … Continue reading

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