What is it about me that gets them all crying? It’s not the end of the world.

It wasn’t my choice to write this story…it was my responsibility.

I have in this War a burning private grudge—which would probably make me a better soldier at 49 than I was at 22: against that ruddy little ignoramus Adolf Hitler (for the odd thing about...

She doesn’t understand the concept of Roman numerals. She thought we just fought in world war eleven.

Vera had also hated lipstick, Marzipan and Lutherans – excluding her husband, but not her late mother-in-law. Most of all she hated being governed by anyone or anything.