As part of the 'War Writing Since 1914' module, we have had to watch the 1930s version of All Quiet on the Western Front. Boy, that was grim. I am not a lover of movies in any case, especially westerns and war films (or anything with a gun and a hat). However, it touched me - mostly because they didn't over dramatise it and therefore it felt more authentic. I also have a better appreciation as to my mother's set up. She was a child during the second World War and lived near Redhill in Surrey. It is the place where all the dogfights happened and she witnessed many scary things. I didn't appreciate it when we were growing up and it is no suprising that she became a bit 'FUBAR'.
The casualties of war - not just on the killing fields, but on the playing fields of south east England too :-/