Publisher's Synopsis
He said: "There were only twenty houses in Daleswood. A place you would scarcely have heard of. A village up top of the hills. "When the war came there was no more than thirty men there between sixteen and forty-five. They all went. "They all kept together; same battalion, same platoon. They was like that in Daleswood. Used to call the hop pickers foreigners, the ones that come from London. They used to go past Daleswood, some of them, every year, on their way down to the hop fields. Foreigners they used to call them. Kept very much to themselves, did the Daleswood people. Big woods all round them. "Very lucky they was, the Daleswood men. They'd lost no more than five killed and a good sprinkling of wounded. But all the wounded was back again with the platoon. This was up to March when the big offensive started.
