Face it, man, the heatwave's over, Storms will soon the drought amend. Still in shorts? You must be frozen! Stunned by summer's sudden end. Sort out thermals, gloves and jumpers, Think winter now, for winter's near,
I cannot comprehend a god, On high celestial plane, Architect of all Earth's good But guiltless of its pain. We thank the Lord for one man saved When stricken ships go down, But never seek to offer blame
Jackie was beginning to feel some misgivings about her impending rail journey. But since leaving hospital two weeks ago, she had thought of little other than her forthcoming convalescence with her sister's family in Orpington.
France -1917 Secons Lieutenamt George Allison ate his breakfast without enthusiasm, his appetite dulled by fear and fatigue. Sickened by the squalor and mutilation around him, isolated from the lower ranks and the fossilised minds of the senior officers, he began to see death as his only friend.