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Contents ( 64)
  2. Prologue
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Chapter Forty-Five
  48. Chapter Forty-Six
  49. Chapter Forty-Seven
  50. Chapter Forty-Eight
  51. Chapter Forty-Nine
  52. Chapter Fifty
  53. Chapter Fifty-One
  54. Chapter Fifty-Two
  55. Chapter Fifty-Three
  56. Chapter Fifty-Four
  57. Chapter Fifty-Five
  58. Chapter Fifty-Six
  59. Acknowledgements
  60. Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
  61. Very Rich Fruit Christmas Cake
  62. The Days of the Week collection
  63. Prologue
  64. Tales from Memory Lane

Seeing the hesitation on the faces of the young privates who shared his tent, Tom told them, ‘Go to meet them, lads. Enjoy yourselves. I don’t think they wish us any harm.’ He would have liked to go with them but his leg was paining him today so he stood on the edge of the muddy field and watched as the young men met in the middle of the field and shook hands. Tom was choked. Soon an unlikely game of football was taking place between the two sides on any bit of solid ground they could find. It was a time for peace, a time for them to come together as mere men rather than enemies, and it brought home to each and every one of them how pointless the war was. Each one of the Germans was someone’s son, husband, lover or brother – and just for this one special day they and the British troops could be friends. As the day drew to a close they parted, all too aware that the very next day they would be killing each other again, and that yet more telegrams would be sent out to grieving relatives, telling them that a young man they loved had died in battle.

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It was early in January 1915 that young Arthur sat in the trenches reading over again the letter he had received from his mother shortly before Christmas. He had read it so many times that he knew every word by heart now but he never tired of it. It seemed to bring his family closer somehow.

Dear Arthur,

I hope you are well, son. Miss Fox come to see us yesterday wiv Miss Kitty an she bourt us the luvliest basket of goodies fer Christmas. I’ve had a rare old game keepin the little uns from eating everyfin before the day. We are all well, cept little Cedric whos had a cold, you know he always suffers wiv his chest in the winter an its been right bitter here. The frosts been so fick I swear yer could cut it wiv a knife come morning. Yer dad is bein kept busy on the river an ive joined a knittin circle. Weve been knittin socks fer the troops. I hope you are bein as careful as yer can, son. We speak about yer all the time an though I was angry wiv yer fer joinin up before yer had to I’m right proud of yer an longin to see yer home safe an sound again. Yer can be sure on Christmas day we’ll all be thinkin’ of yer. I pologise fer the spellin. Yer know I’ve never been a skolar.

May God kepe his eys on yer, my dear boy.

Yer luvin mum xxxxxxxxx