Not in Reilly.

Only 3 copies in Worldcat.

"For my Dad, Ted Donkin, 1913-2003...
His war stories, which some of these poems were based on, were told in a straightforward, linear way. He kept us waiting for the punch line, for his arrival in Durban to see the fat whites with whips, for Ginger to lose all his money to an arab street vendor, for the water truck to be exploded. His sense of the injustices of poverty was heightened by his experiences in Palestine, India and South Africa. He was disgusted by the evidence of vast riches along side the kind of poverty that appalled even him, a young man brought up in Britain in the aftermath of the First World War. Hating racism, and never one to take much notice of propaganda, he loved the Italian prisoners of war for their warmth and vividness, sharing their passion for good food and their belief that the British and Germans loved war and were never happier than when chasing each other across continents. He seemed ambiguous about the americans he met, convinced that the USA won the war but astonished by its excesses. While he was pouring liquefied bully beef from its can the American troops were eating peaches and cream. I remember the indignation in his voice as he told us this, the kind of scorn for the easy come, easy go American shrugs that could only come from a man whose own life had been anything but easy..." -- Foreword

"Marion Husband lives in Stockton on Tees. She has published short stories through Mudfog and Diamond Twig and has recently completed an M.A. in Creative Writing at The University of Northumbria." -- back cover