Lou, that is almost a bit heartbreaking, to think of a mother who lost her beloved son in a far away foreign country,
and who goes in her pain to buy these books, as if she could at least, by reading about his deeds, take a little bit -
in such a hearttearingly distant way - part in his last month of youthful fighting life; as if to be there with him at least
in memoriam, in written lines, when he died. And she writes her name and the date neatly into the book, as if to
claim her son, or at least all the collected memories about him, for her home, for her heart.
I'm not ashamed to say: this drove tears in my eyes, Sir.
Nevertheless - I know you will be reading them with all the possible respect and honouring.
They couldn't possibly have come to better hands.