"All the afternoon the air was sultry, not a breath stirred among the dry grasses. The vultures hung uneasily low over the roofs of our huts, and sat bunched up like brown evil fungi among the branches of the mango trees in the compound." Jack Rillie, Freetown, 3rd October 1940 "The diary and poems written by Jack Rillie in Sierra Leone, in 1940-41, give a candid, shocking expression of the terrible necessity of war, futility, valour, stripped of romantic gloss; above all, Rillie's hope for the future sustained by love of his young bride left behind in Scotland. Alasdair Soussi has edited...
"All the afternoon the air was sultry, not a breath stirred among the dry grasses. The vultures hung uneasily low over the roofs of our huts, and sat ...
