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George walked to the door of his room. Polly who had been sitting by the window said where are you going? I need fresh air he said. He went out she followed he walked along the passage down the stairs his footsteps walking slow on each step. She kept him in view wondering if he was going to have another turn. He crossed the hall looking straight ahead. She followed him walking past the new maid who had replaced her a timid girl who now shared the room and bed with Sally the maid she once slept with before George came home from the War shell shocked. George opened the front door went out into the grounds. Polly followed closed the door after her. She watched as he stopped by the trees peered at the horizon. She walked close to him. They're out there some place he said. Who are George? she said. The *** he said. He stared at the trees in the distant swaying. See their big guns? he said. She watched the trees sway. Keep behind me he said to her snipers out there he pointed across the grounds. There was no one there just the wind and birds no war sounds.
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
ANOTHER WAR 1917.
George walked to the door of his room. Polly who had been sitting by the window said where are you going? I need fresh air he said. He went out she followed he walked along the passage down the stairs his footsteps walking slow on each step. She kept him in view wondering if he was going to have another turn. He crossed the hall looking straight ahead. She followed him walking past the new maid who had replaced her a timid girl who now shared the room and bed with Sally the maid she once slept with before George came home from the War shell shocked. George opened the front door went out into the grounds. Polly followed closed the door after her. She watched as he stopped by the trees peered at the horizon. She walked close to him. They're out there some place he said. Who are George? she said. The *** he said. He stared at the trees in the distant swaying. See their big guns? he said. She watched the trees sway. Keep behind me he said to her snipers out there he pointed across the grounds. There was no one there just the wind and birds no war sounds.
A SHELL SHOCKED OFFICER AND THE MAID IN 1917
TerryCollett
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
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