Courage, mon amie
Terry Castle: Disquiet on the Western Front, 4 April 2002
“... You speak like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Hamlet, I.iii.101-2 A year ago this past autumn – a year before the old life so shockingly blew away – I made a long-contemplated trip to France and Belgium to see the cemeteries of the First World War. My quest, though transatlantic, was a modest, conventional and somewhat anorakish one: I hoped to locate the grave of my great-uncle, Rifleman Lewis Newton Braddock, 1st/17th (County of London) Battalion (Poplar and Stepney Rifles), the London Regiment, who had died in the war and was buried near Amiens ... ”