I'd had some thoughts about the 1914 war before, but this time I imaged it was me being sent to "fight".
I thought about the time just before leaving with a lover and maybe friends.
I imagined the train journey to the packed harbour with the smell of coal and steam.
I then imagined the abyss and what could happen, but at the last moment, inexplicably, I did not feel frightened.
A hot summer is heard at last but this time feels very different.
Where the river meets the sea I sit and wonder how and why I am here again.
It was as though it kept repeating itself until I had a final answer.
I opened the envelope in my hand, it was the least I could do whilst waiting for you.
I looked; I could hear my heart beat faster.
I had been called up to go to another man's war.