The armistice is months past but the memories won't go away. 'A harlequin, leani
ng against a tree stump and with a goblet of ale clasped in one outstretched han
d. Beaumont felt chilled suddenly, in spite of the fire...Most likely it was the
thing's mouth, red-lipped and fiendishly grinning, or maybe its face, which was
white, expressionless, the face of a clown in full greasepaint.' Dennis Beaumon
t drove an ambulance in World War One.
