The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The mud of the Somme was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking entity that sought to drag the soul down into the earth, and I stood in it with my boots half-swallowed, the shrapnel whistling past my ears like the cries of angry birds. I was forty years old, a Major in the British Army, and my hands, which had once held a rifle with the steady precision of a surgeon’s scalpel, now trembled...

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