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My virtue is that I say what I think, my vice that what I think doesn't amount to much.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

For Esme With Love and Squalor

This isn't all of the story, it just covers his meeting with Esme and Charles. The writer suffers physically and mentally from the war. His nerves are shot: what was called shell-shock then, PTSD now. While recovering, he looks through a pile of unread mail and finds a letter from Esme, whose courage helps restore his spirit.


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