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| 1080261 | If the ghost that haunts the towns of Ypres and Arras and Albert is the staturory British Tommy, slogging with rifle and pack through its ruined streets to this well-documented destiny 'up the line', then the ghost of Boulogne and Etaples and Rouen ought to be a girl. She's called Elsie or Gladys or Dorothy, her ankles are swollen, her feet are aching, her hands reddened and rough. She has little money, no vote, and has almost forgotten wha.. | war world-war-i | Lyn Macdonald | |
| 3dba6c2 | On the face of it, no one could have been less equipped for the job than these gently nurtured girls who walked straight out of Edwardian drawingrooms into the manifold horrors of the First World War. | world-war-1 | Lyn Macdonald | |
| 8e59f28 | Epidemics of childish ailments spread like a powder trail through the uprooted recruits, and many a village lad who had swaggered into the ranks with heroic ideas of fighting the Germans spent his first weeks as a soldier fighting a fever, scratching his spots or nursing a painful case of mumps. | Lyn Macdonald |