Croaker
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You're in France. It's July 16, 1916. You're in a sunlit valley near the River Somme, thinking about the poem you just read from another member of the TCBS, a poem in your breast pocket. After two weeks in battle, half your unit is dead, and now is being pulled off the front line trench. You look forward to writing a letter to your friend with your thoughts on the poem. But then, just before your unit moves out, you receive new orders. In 30 minutes, you must lead your unit across No Man's Land, to rescue a battalion 200 yards away, stranded in a trench and surrounded by Germans in other trenches.
As you you prepare to lead your men you over the top, in the sunlit morning, your heart is filled with a dead darkness.
I think this is what Frodo is feeling. My thinking is tainted by just finishing "Tolkien and the Great War." Thoughts?
As you you prepare to lead your men you over the top, in the sunlit morning, your heart is filled with a dead darkness.
I think this is what Frodo is feeling. My thinking is tainted by just finishing "Tolkien and the Great War." Thoughts?
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