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Mrs Partridge,
Kalinda Black,
Anne-Marie Lower and Tom Baverstock
Tim Peterson and Kalinda Black
Mancunian
The Peterloo Massacre
August 1819,
the local Yeomanry,
Captain Hugh Birley.
Henry Hunt
insensitive pillock
Tim Peterson.
the Confessor
He would be buried here in January 1066; only one week after the church was consecrated. The first and last English king to be buried there.
Inside my head, I heard Dr Bairstow say, ‘How difficult is it to cause a ten-ton block to drop on a potentially threatening historian …?’
‘I’m amazed we’re not dead.’ ‘Me too,’ he said. ‘Maybe History's in a good mood today.’
harboured a passion for Doctor Foster
Helen Foster
Kalinda Black
The Somme.
The Battle of the Somme (French: Bataille de la Somme; German: Schlacht an der Somme), also known as the Somme offensive, was a battle of the First World War fought by the armies of the British Empire and the French Third Republic against the German Empire. It took place between 1 July and 18 November 1916 on both sides of the upper reaches of the river Somme in France. The battle was intended to hasten a victory for the Allies. More than three million men fought in the battle, of whom one million were either wounded or killed, making it one of the deadliest battles in all of human history.
‘A Casualty Clearing Centre,’
Reportedly destroyed by shell fire; whether enemy or friendly was never clearly established. Massive loss of life.
‘So we’re going into a war zone, knowing we’re a target, but not knowing exactly when we’ll be blown to bits,’ said Kal.
‘We need to get this right. After Grant and Baverstock, Thirsk are talking again about establishing a permanent supervisory presence here. Something we really need to avoid at all costs.
‘Isn’t this one of the times it's better not to know?’
‘That's not our job,’ he said sternly. ‘We gather the information. It's up to others what they make of it.
They seconded us to a nearby army hospital for three weeks as part of the training;
Matron sent me to work in the reception tent, assisting with sorting and prioritising. I was good at it and it freed up a senior nurse but I hated it.
It felt like playing God.
If the fire ripped through the hospital this quickly then this would be a major catastrophe. But that's exactly what it was. It was a major catastrophe.
There wasn’t anything I could do.
sod that for a game of soldiers.
Men ran with buckets. No one thought to form a chain.
Never mind the big picture. I was a little person. Help the other little people.
Terrible noises came from the third side of the courtyard, the stables over which Sussman lived.
There was nothing I could do.