I’m struggling with Sunday at present.  I get very emotional about the remembering thing – maybe because I’ve lived most of my life with strutting and posturing nationalisms and I detest them.  Done the war poets – I think I’ll go back to Sebastian Faulks’ Birdsong which remains the very best for me – the passage where the young soldiers write letters home on the eve of battle …

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