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‘Shame, isn’t it? That we only like our heroes out in the street when they are looking their best and their uniforms are “spit and polished,” and not when they’re showing us the wounds they suffered on our behalf.’ Jacqueline Winspear, Maisie Dobbs, 2003
Jacqueline Winspear, Maisie Dobbs, 2003
That’s one more thing that I detest about war. It’s not over when it ends. Of course, it seems as if everyone’s pally again, what with agreements, the international accords, and contracts and so on. But it still lives inside the living, doesn’t it?
Jacqueline Winspear, Birds of a Feather, 20048