The end of “The Typing”
My mother and I have been doing “The Typing” for over a year. We have been typing up my Grandpa’s memoir about his experiences as a Private in the First World War. We then read through the text from beginning to end to check for typos. Today, we had the great satisfaction of hitting “SEND” also, firing off the manuscript on an important step towards publication.
Here was the end:
And so ends the story of a private soldier’s share in the war. Even after nearly ten years since many of the events recorded, it is not possible for the man himself to give a fair estimate of the effect of the war upon his life. Whatever a man has passed through is ever after, for good or for ill, a part of his being; and if some of the tales I have told have made real to you just what a common soldier, one of the Plain Folk experienced, thought, and did in that “mad, roaring time”, then you will understand better than most young men of today, what the war meant to the men who went through it.
The memoir had his cousin as the intended audience, but we are hopeful that the tale will now be more widely told.
I guess we’ll see.