A Tale of Love and War

Rose Burton-Hall is the daughter of a rich English army commander. Her life is glittering until world war two hits Britain and her father and brothers are enlisted. While they are fighting Rose's life changes and she finds solace in Jack. Together they embrace the moto carpe diem; seize the day, and embark on a furious but secret love affair with consequences that mean that Rose's life can never return to how it used be.
After nearly four months the story is finally finished! Please bear with me the first few chapters I promise it does get better. Please let me know what you think, I haven't had any feedback and would really appreciate some! :) xxx


4. Changes

My father left early the next morning, he was being stationed at a training centre further along the Cornish coast. My brothers were agitated, waiting for war to be announced and the conscription to begin. They were excited I think, Willim had wanted to be part of the army forever because of my dad, and James, the eldest, was twenty-two now and was in the middle of his training. He followed my father to the station a day later. While the boys were generally confident and ready to fight, my mother withdrew into her bedroom, emerging only at meal times looking pale and worried. Just a few days after they'd left Neville Chamberlain announce war with Germany over the radio and the frenzy began. By the end of the week my remaining brothers were signed up; they were given priority because of my father's high ranking. Everything was happening so quickly! There was a slight air of panic in the village as the number of men in the village slowly diminished. What were we to do without them? We were a farming village really but with the men at war the number of workers in the fields was reducing rapidly. We were allowed a small number of men to stay to run the farms but they had no workers.
 This all seemed rather distant from me to begin with, the only thing that changed was a growing number of dances were held in the village hall for when the soldiers came. There were a lot of them, not many from round here, training at the army camps that had been set up by the beaches that now had been line in barbed wire. Charlotte welcomed the extra dances and was always excited to see the soldiers.
"Ooh do you see that one over there, Rose?" she nudged my shoulder and pointed at a tall blonde soldier standing at the bar in the corner. I smiled disdainfully and suggested she danced with him.
"Don't be silly Rose, the boy asks the girl." She frowned at this but within minutes the blonde boy had in fact asked her to dance leaving me sat alone.
 Another solider approached me and asked me to dance with him, most likely feeling sorry for me sat on my own, but I obliged not wishing to be impolite. As he led me to the middle of the hall he asked me my name but in such a think northern accent that I couldn't understand a word. I giggled and asked him to repeat it several times until I finally understood; "Rose," I said, "my name is Rose." He grinned at me but didn't try to respond given the disastrous attempt at communication between us. We ended the dance and I felt slightly disappointed that despite the huge groups of soldiers the evening wasn't living up to my expectations so far. Charlotte however was buzzing as her blonde soldier had given her two dances, a sign that she'd decided must mean he obviously fancied her. I agreed enthusiastically despite the fact that I had seen him dance with Annie Bishop at least three time now. I felt sorry for Charlotte giving her heart away so quickly, I prided myself on the belief that I was much less easily swayed by any man. How wrong I was.
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