“I say, Number One, my end is diving: what the hell is your end doing?”
The almost unbelievable tale of one of the greatest secrets of the worlds first global conflict. It reads like a work of fiction and yet it is a dry report of a staggering litany of disasters that gave rise to one of the most laconic questions of the First World War.
Thank you dad.
For subbing my early copy and giving me the confidence to make those, all important, first telephone calls. It has served me well for a lifetime.
julian everitt 