Vimy Ridge

Vimy Ridge

“What I want,” Byng declared to his officers, “is the discipline of a well-trained pack of hounds… When I was a boy and my father’s trauma from his service in Holland was raw in his shattered leg, our family mythology was still dominated by his father’s warrior pride. An argumentative man, my grandfather Marsh ended every dispute with a display of his scarred leg and the expletive “Vimy Fucking Ridge!”

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