"Here's a nice cuppa for you love," said his mother.
Then he was pushed roughly on the shoulder.
"Time to go over the top son." He was filthy, flea-ridden and shaking like leaves in a brutal storm but knew he had no choice.
This beautiful dream crushed him even more but then he was somewhere else again.
"Drink your cuppa when it's hot."
It was a nurse, not his mother, and where his legs had been...Arthur only felt stumps.