Instead, I made do with reading poetry written by so many impossibly young and talented boys, many of whom did not return home to the people who loved them best. The scope of all those young lives lost was hard to comprehend.
The suffering of all the survivors, almost unfathomable.
For the sake of young Roderick James Stanfield and so many, many more.
A roundel is a graceful form of traditional poetry used in the English language.
In chapter 3, Vera mention that it was hard for her in the beginning to see how this war can impact her life, Vera said on page 94 that she knew very little about the significance of war because she knew little about the real meaning of war.
This of course would change quickly as the town the she lived in begun to prepare for the war.
When the great war broke out and the outcomes were felt in England, Vera's goals and dreams were becoming more of a dream than a reality.
It must be said that although the War brought on many challenges, it was Vera's ambition that allowed her to keep moving forward and that ambition kept her mind in the right place during many triangulations.
The sixteen year-old me weeping over the carnage of World War I still naively believes that the best way to honor the dead is to love and respect the living.
The present me, shell-shocked by the last two years of rampant xenophobia and nationalism is hanging on to hope.