Oh, and his return to England eventually delivered his son to the meatgrinder of Flanders ..... something he never got over, ever.
“..... something he never got over, ever.”
Man do I get that. As the first time, 55 year old father of a 3 and a half year old boy, hearing such things as this affects me terribly. I had no idea during the previous 52 years of life how easily I just breezed along through the days. Whenever I read or hear of Kipling I’ll think of this. Sad and frightening what people must bear.