September 4th 1915 Dear Diary, 4:00pm After hours of ceaseless marching we’ve finally nearly arrived at our destination. We’ve just gotten on the train. Apart from it being unsanitary, it’s overcrowded as well, but that can’t be helped and we’ll be there soon. The base camp in Etaples was pretty hard going, but our regiment pulled through. We just kept the exciting thought of being in the front-line in our minds and we managed to forget how difficult the training was. I’m sure it won’t be as ...

The Beautiful Man "Arigato." Thanks. I couldn't think of anything more intelligent to say. I lay on the couch, writhing, the both of us palm in palm, and eventually fell asleep from the exhaustion of crying. Tears had hardly ever met my cheeks. I had seldom cried as a baby, even less as a toddler. No - that's a lie. I cried a normal amount, as much as can be expected, maybe even a little more than that. Actually, an awful lot. The crying only really stopped when my dad died, and that's when t...