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Yes, really bloody fantastic stuff; I missed 'Father's Day', but it seems Cornell is the chap for the emotional hardhitters; poor John Smith - you're nobody, John. I started welling up around then, but the abstruse punishments, something like maybe Morpheus would've come up with in Sandman, only, well, better brought me back around.
I suppose all the Great War cadences, the adumbration of the shells and trenches, goes without saying but it was really very well-done in any case; Latimer's fate sold me a dummy because I was expecting the old pocketwatch bulletstopping breastshield chestnut, and it wasn't, was it? Such a sucker for those appearing through time, through someone's lifetime, bits that 'Girl in the Fireplace' perfected, something so very primal about it, yr last and oldest friend, always there - wasn't sure if Latimer was supposed to be the Brigadier from those old Terrance Dicks books, I suspect not, and it doesn't matter awfully.
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