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A bit blurry, but I'm up at the back of the auditorium beside the radiator...
No such comforts for the lads on stage, and even less so for the men they are portraying.
We are deep in the mud and filth with young Jack Kipling and some very cold, scared and thoughtful soldiers in September 1915.
Amongst the horse-manure foot warmers and basketed (and dying) homing pigeons the men consider their fates, faiths and families.
This play is so very worth a look if you can come along this week.