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Chapters (76)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. Chapter Forty-Three
  48. Chapter Forty-Four
  49. Chapter Forty-Five
  50. Chapter Forty-Six
  51. Chapter Forty-Seven
  52. Chapter Forty-Eight
  53. Chapter Forty-Nine
  54. Chapter Fifty
  55. Chapter Fifty-One
  56. Chapter Fifty-Two
  57. Chapter Fifty-Three
  58. Chapter Fifty-Four
  59. Chapter Fifty-Five
  60. Chapter Fifty-Six
  61. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  62. Chapter Fifty-Eight
  63. Acknowledgements
  64. Also by Rosie Goodwin
  65. About Rosie Goodwin
  66. Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
  67. A Letter from Rosie Goodwin
  68. Cissie’s Roast Chicken
  69. An extract from Rosie Goodwin’s next novel
  70. Prologue
  71. Chapter One
  72. Love Rosie Goodwin?
  73. The Days of the Week collection
  74. Mothering Sunday
  75. Tales from Memory Lane
  76. Memory Lane Advert

Suddenly, the youth next to him, who had turned an alarming shade of green within minutes of leaving the port, leaned forward and deposited his breakfast all over the floor. Poor little sod, Ben thought as he eyed the lad, the thought of joining up had initially seemed like a big adventure but it appeared that already the reality of what he had done was coming home to him and he was openly crying. Ben awkwardly patted his shoulder, trying to ignore the stench of vomit. They were crammed in like cattle and there was no chance of cleaning the mess up. He glanced around the gloomy confines and shuddered as if someone had walked over his grave, and he wondered if this was a portent of what was to come.

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David was in theatre in a field hospital in France battling to save a young man’s life. He had been on duty for almost eighteen hours and his eyes were gritty from lack of sleep as he battled to stem the flow of blood from the stump of the leg he had just been forced to amputate.

The young man on the table looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old at most and David’s heart went out to him. Even so, he was one of the lucky ones. The two he had operated on before this boy had both died. One on the operating table and the other shortly after he had been taken back to the ward, which David looked on as his failure. Truthfully, no one could have saved them. The first had had half of his head blown away and the second had been so peppered with bullets that blood had spurted from his wounds like water from a colander. Eventually, David knew he had done all he could and as he turned from the table, rubbing his eyes wearily, the theatre sister pounced on him. ‘It’s time you took a rest now, Doctor. Dr Sayer will take over.’

David opened his mouth to protest but then promptly shut it again. When he was this tired it would be easy to make mistakes and his patient could pay for it.

‘Very well, I’ll try and catch a couple of hours sleep,’ he agreed as he snapped off his gloves. Already another wounded soldier was being wheeled into the theatre and David turned despondently and made his way to his sleeping quarters.