Okay, I've got to say it. I think Chapter 7 of this particular story is the best writing of yours I have come across. The way you got into both of their heads, especially Jamie's when he was thinking about the war, was almost poetic in its beauty and yet not at all out of character. It goes without saying how tremendously attached I've grown to these two and the dread I fear for what may be coming. I feel like there may be some reason you mentioned it being 1916, and I'm afraid to look up what battles the British were in that year. Forgive my throwing in all these words like dread and fear and afraid; it just means that my imagination is immersed in the world you have created here and I so anticipate seeing what comes next, no matter what it may be. As the poem says, 'A Great and Terrible Beauty'.