ONE night during the Great War, my mother saw her son, who was at
that time out in France, standing some distance away from her. He
seemed to be in some terrible trouble. My father, who is rather
superstitious, said bad news would follow. A few days later, we
received a letter from the chaplain, to say my brother had died from
severe wounds a few days before, and we feel sure it happened the
night he appeared to mother.