An old favourite of mine, although it does rather aggrandise the war. It is the product of an unfortunate time and my interest in it lies not with the glorification of a bloody massacre, but with the inequality that it speaks of and the author’s keen sense of helplessness. Those who have reiterated time and time again that women have no place in war and think we ought to be thankful for it fundamentally fail to understand that the inaction must have been horrendous. How many sisters were their brothers’ physical betters when said brothers were only 18, if not younger? Plenty, I daresay…