prologue? part 1? i don't know!

The night crossing from Southampton to Le Havre is rough and choppy. Captain Henry Bradford – Harry to his friends and his little sister – stands on the deck of the steamer that has been commandeered to ferry troops across the Channel, listening to the sounds of men chatting and complaining and occasionally being sick over the railing. He can understand that last – he has been across the Channel before, more than once, but tonight the water seems unusually rough. He could almost believe it to be a sign from god that they're not meant to go to France, or at least that they're not meant to go tonight.

( You're not going to be sick too, are you? says a voice over his shoulder. )

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