Newsletter one hundred and twenty five

Remind me not to make jokes about the weather because it’s turned flipping freezing again. Anybody dancing round a maypole together will need to wear their thermal undies.

News

Today is official launch day for A Pride of Poppies, proceeds to benefit the Royal British Legion.

Ten authors – in thirteen stories – explore the experiences of GLBTQI people during World War I. In what ways were their lives the same as or different from those of other people?

My offering, Hallowed Ground, was inspired by a visit to the Museum of Army Chaplaincy, at Amport.

Excerpt:

There was me, the padre and a packet of Black Cats. And bugger all else except the pitch dark night. Me, the padre and a packet of Black Cats we didn’t dare light any of, because the Germans might have spotted the glow and that would have been that.

I wasn’t even supposed to be there, but I guess neither of us were. He’d been out to take church parade for the lads and wanted to return to base so he could do the same for another poor group of sods the next day. I’d given him a lift from the casualty clearing station, and we were both heading back, when a shell took a fancy to the piece of ground just to the left of us, the little strip we’d played cricket on just two weeks previously, before the Germans moved further forward. Up went me, the padre, the car and all, including Stevens, the poor injured lad we were taking back with us. The lad who was at present scattered all over the field, with his legs at third slip and his head lolling around square leg, if you follow me.

And finally:

Charlie pestering Peter Pan.

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