'I wonder who chose the word 'glory',' murmured Arthur. 'You mean there's nothing very glorious about war.' The Major smiled. 'People expect words like glory. I do myself.' 'Oh, I'm not against it. There were glorious deeds performed.' The fields and gulleys of Gallipoli are thickly scattered with b[...]

Poppy's dad is still in prison. Her mum has rushed back to Poland to look after her seriously ill mother, and Poppy is sent to stay with her friend Jude. But Poppy feels stifled. At times like this she needs Angel, the joker among her friends - dodgy, wild, can't read or write much, yet bursting wit[...]