I was sitting in the study working on my calculus papers,
when my father burst into the room, a letter in his hand.'Son!' he cried, 'This is a letter from the King; it says
you are to go and fight in the Great War!''Oh my God!' I replied, 'Father; you're on fire!' He
surveyed me with a look of both sadness and pity, but I was right. He was on
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