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and from there on we drove up a rocky little lane over which the Phoenicians used to carry their tin to the sea.
Out here you can't believe there's a war, it's all so quiet and peaceful. I have only seen one Tommy since I've been here and he was some distance off, down on the main road. But the young men are gone just the same, though the people don't talk about it. There are no slackers loafing around. The gardener's boy is at the front, they tell me, with the Royal Engineers, and the only son of Colonel Gordon, who lives by himself in the village now, after thirty years in India, has just been killed in aviation. Every week or two some sad news like this comes to the little place. They have only a few young fellows left.
