#420272 - “Yes, father,” Sarah mumbled, looking down and trying to smile at the boy. My Captain assures us that we’ll be home for summer, that the war will end within months and us Englishmen will return home victorious over the Germans we face every day. It was six months to the day that her mother had died, but also eighteen years to the hour that Sarah had been born.
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