Opening this envelope knowing it was bad news and then discovering not only was her son dead but the manor of his dying. My mind just went straight to the mother. We regret to inform you that your son, Private so and so with a number, was shot, at dawn, for cowardice on such and such a date, 1916.Īnd just above the little letter was an envelope. So you come out feeling wretched and the last thing I saw was a little letter in aframe on the wall.Īnd it said, "Dear Mrs so and so. There's a wonderful museum there called In Flanders Fields I was walking out the museum in tears, because it’s such powerful evocation of futility of war as Wilfred Owen called it. Which is the sight of a terrible battle in the First World War. I went to a place called Ypres in Belgium. I wrote this book because of one thing I came across in a museum. Particularly if I have to feel that I'm there for instance I wrote a book called private peaceful. I'm that pathetic.īut I do put myself at the heart of a story. In almost all the stories that I write sometimes I even call the main character Michael because I can't think of anything else. I write most of my stories in the first person
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