Chapter 7
Dearne lay still and frustration burned through every part of him. He should have known better than to offer any sort of confidence, or showing his weakness. Should have known better than try to walk away. He would be lucky if he didn’t end up with a fever and his leg cut off, to say nothing of his balls. He pulled the sheet up and punched the pillow beneath his head. Perhaps if he let himself go back over what he could remember, what he knew had been happening in his life, he might be able to piece something together. Once his sister came back, at least she would be able to fill some of the gaps which left him grasping for more.
He could remember being in the army, clearly enough, and remember the lead up to the battle in Belgium, but the aftermath was unclear. The pain he cou
