Everyone was important during the war. Everyone. We worked together and we won.
If the universe was scientific and just left to itself, then we’d have statistical probabilities to rely on. But once people are involved it sometimes becomes much more problematic because they’re erratic. People do crazy things that don’t make...
The devil was always in the detail. And here the detail was certainly devilish.
People are so different in wartime. No one gets to be ordinary. Not really.
Kindness was too painful. It had been a long time since he had had to endure it.
In wartime, she thought to herself, you don’t call a death murder.
Sometimes life isn’t what we want, it’s what we get.
You couldn’t predict what was going to happen for one simple reason: people.
It was so difficult to dress appropriately when the seasons changed – the British weather was the nothing if not erratic. Spring was the worst – freezing in Brighton this morning and then practically tropical in Knightsbridge in the afternoon.
Only a man with nothing to hide could make that kind of racket.
He often came back ‘all thinky’ from work.
Most fellas like the races, though, Miss. It’s only human nature
Mirabelle always ate her lunch on Brighton beach if the weather was in any way passable, but out of sheer principle she never paid tuppence for a chair. We did not win the war to have to pay to sit down, she frequently found herself thinking.
It was clearly a lot more difficult in the field than in the office, where you could keep your distance and maintain a calculated composure. Being faced with real people was a far tougher call on one’s judgement.
The sky was a sparkling succession of black diamonds on black velvet made crystal clear by the blackout.
