“You silly stupid boy, I told you to be careful!” She weeps as she mourns her fiancés loss. “You couldn’t be trusted to cross the road!” He was only a boy, gone down in the channel. **** this ****** war, a girl mourns her love, a Wellington pilot defending his love, his land. As she cries mournful tears, her two friends console her, she becomes strong and shouts: “When you have it, something meaningful, even for a minute, don’t let it go, fight for it!” Then she crumbles, breaks apart in grief, inconsolable, pain like she never knew – for this is England, we stand alone – his loss was for all of us. Her friends suffer her tears and wish her well, for she has changed, grown old at her moment of loss.