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George's silent staring out the window his mother watches him as she stands beside him. She has sent the maid out below stairs so that she his mother can have him to herself. What's out there? She asks him. There's snipers he whispers. She looks out at the fields and hedgerows the tall oaks swaying slow. How many? She asks him. Where's my wife? He asks her looking up with his eyes hauntedly. She's gone out she replies. There's danger I told you he mutters the snipers. She'll be back pretty soon she answers. Polly stands by the door of the hall looking out at the drive. She's been sent from the room leaving George alone with his mother. Listen George why don't you come downstairs for dinner we have guests his mother says to him. Where's Polly? He asks her. She'll be back she answers wishing her son was well that his nerves weren't so bad. There's one there he shouts out his finger pointing out at the hedgerow get down low he utters ducking down out of sight pulling his mother down beside him. His mother looks at him and then sighs seeing tears welling up in his eyes.
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
GEORGE'S ****** 1917.
George's silent staring out the window his mother watches him as she stands beside him. She has sent the maid out below stairs so that she his mother can have him to herself. What's out there? She asks him. There's snipers he whispers. She looks out at the fields and hedgerows the tall oaks swaying slow. How many? She asks him. Where's my wife? He asks her looking up with his eyes hauntedly. She's gone out she replies. There's danger I told you he mutters the snipers. She'll be back pretty soon she answers. Polly stands by the door of the hall looking out at the drive. She's been sent from the room leaving George alone with his mother. Listen George why don't you come downstairs for dinner we have guests his mother says to him. Where's Polly? He asks her. She'll be back she answers wishing her son was well that his nerves weren't so bad. There's one there he shouts out his finger pointing out at the hedgerow get down low he utters ducking down out of sight pulling his mother down beside him. His mother looks at him and then sighs seeing tears welling up in his eyes.
A SHELL SHOCKED OFFICER AND HIS MOTHER IN 1917.
TerryCollett
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
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