Author Note: This is a first draft and is yet to be edited.

Charlie's Cottage- Present Day

The front door swung open hitting the wall creating a large angry slam. The culprit of the noise was the dramatic and timely arrival of Charlie's younger sister May. She was younger be one year making her twenty-eight years old, she was a tiny little thing only just, if not quite reaching 5ft.

She stood fiercely in Charlie's door- way being gaped at by February, her platinum blonde fringe and bob swinging at just below her chin.

She paused a tiny ball of fury, "Where is he then?" She said. February just pointed towards the bedroom, he had called his sister to let her know what was going with Charlie but hadn't expected this, he hadn't expected hurricane May to turn up in Manchester.

"Jesus," February said under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing May, nothing,"

She scoffed and marched towards Charlie's room.

"You'll wish I was you cheeky wee bastard,"

May popped her head round Charlie's bedroom door and seeing her brother still asleep proceeded back into the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, she walked with the water into Charlie's room and promptly poured it over his sleeping head.

"Get up, get up, get up," she cried as the water fell on Charlie's face.

"May?" Charlie squeaked as he jumped out from the water soaked bed.

"Get up brother, the cavalry's arrived,"

Charlie wiped his wet face with his hands.

"Oh shite," he said hoping she wouldn't hear.

"Shite indeed, thinking you can lay about like some kind of sloth and him..." May pointed out to the kitchen.

"He's as good as useless," she tutted in February's general direction.

"I heard that," he shouted back.

"Well ye are," she shouted back.

All this noise and shouting, Charlie kept thinking it was like being back at home, living with all his many, many siblings.

"February tells me you've been through a lot and I'm ta' go easy on ye," May frowned at Charlie and he stood in his bedroom like a school boy being scolded by his mother.

"Well fuck that for a barrel of laughs, you need to pull yourself together March Charlton, running off to the countryside with patients indeed. Who do you think you are? Well really, I don't know, I really don't," May stood over him with her hands on her tiny hips.

Charlie wanted to both grimace and laugh at the same time, where he and his siblings had lived all over the country for long periods of time their accents were a bit like a melting pot for the United Kingdom.

Charlie had the faint traces of an Irish lilt, February sounded like he was from South-East England and May was a great example of their long stay in Scotland especially when she was angry.

Charlie took a breath in a weak attempt to speak, but his plan was foiled when May took a hold of the back of her 6ft 2' brother's t-shirt and began to push him forwards and out of the bedroom.

"Come on, out, out, out!" She cried.

Charlie just relented, there was no point arguing with her, he didn't have a death wish after all. May pushed him into the shower fully clothed and turned on the taps, nodded and said "I'll talk to ye when you're clean,"

Charlie felt the water dripping over his clothes and his younger sister's scornful face looking at him and felt utterly humiliated.

"I can't possibly talk to you when you smell of sea water, sex and sleep,"

"Seriously May?" Gasped Charlie horrified.

"Seriously March." She said and flittered out the bathroom with purpose and achievement.

Charlie shouted back something about how they didn't have sex but it only sounded petulant and May didn't hear him anyway.

When she entered the kitchen February was on the edge of his seat waiting for her.

"So... how bad was it?" Said February.

"Oh it wasn't so bad, the kids get worse on a Sunday night," she said.

"Your evil," said February.

May's eyes just glinted back at him, full of mischief, devilment and most of all love.

Field Hospital – France 1915

I was looking after a young solider mopping for brow, making sure he was comfortable, he had a fever but had everything he needed for the moment or everything I could give him at least. He didn't look any older that seventeen and every time he woke would cry out for his mother, I couldn't help but think he had seen things, things a young boy should never have to see.

 As I began to walk away from the young soldier with a mind to check on him again soon the hospital seemed to be filled with a great racket.

Matron walked swiftly into the tent where I had been treating the young soldier "Nurse Marxby, come we have men arriving and we don't know what sort of state there going to be in,".

I followed her outside the tents and cabins where we waited for the soldiers to arrive we could see them coming via a field ambulance. As it drove to towards us I could see it was ram packed with men, they were squashed in that ambulance like sardines or cattle going to market.

Matron opened the door and glanced inside and shouted back to us "Looks like mostly superficial wounds and dehydration and the like," Captain Gilbert, Major Fields help us with these men, get them all sat down so we can take a proper look at them,".

Matron, Will and the Major lifted the first soldier down from the ambulance  "Thank you nurse, Captain Rogers of the Royal Sussex Regiment at your service," he said before promptly collapsing partly onto the grass and partly into Will's arms.

"Alright, I've got you," said Will looking at me for aid.

I march towards them.

"What did he say?" I cried.

I could feel Will's eyes burning into mine.

"Doll, I really don't think now's the time," said Will.

"What is it love?" said Captain Rogers who was trying to regain his balance with quite a lot of help from Will.

The Matron and other VADs and nurses were busy unloading the other men while I stood in front of Captain Rogers and Will borderline hysterical.

I stepped closer to the Captain.

"I'm sorry, it's just you said you were part of The Royal Sussex Regiment and, and my brother..."

Captain Rogers gave me a sad smiled a smile not reaching his eyes.

"What's his name sweetheart? I'll help you if I can,"

"Jimmy Marxby, I mean James Marxby,"

Finally, Captain Rogers smiled reached his eyes.

"Why don't you take a look in the back there," he said his eyes twinkling.

I crept towards the door of the ambulance, almost all the men had been unloaded for treatment, all but one.

Jimmy.

He was sitting down, he looked like he's had a nasty bump to the head but it all looked superficial nothing serious, although he looked so very, very tired.

"Jimmy," I cried.

"Dolly, oh my God, Dolly!" I fell into his arms and he into mine, his big warms arms enveloped my own and I thought it would be forever before I let him go again, in fact, I swore I never would.

Captain Rogers stood back watching us smiling "All that boy did was talk about his sisters, my Dolly, my Fay, he'd say,"

Will smiled that sounds like Jimmy he thought.

"Seeing her here might just get him through to the end of the war, that boy was losing his spirit, that girl might just have saved his life,".

Will said nothing and I pretended not to hear, I only hugged by brother tighter.

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