World War fiction

Silver organ facade pipes from below, gloved hands lifting one pipe from its rack, a caliper and ledger on the gallery rail in cold light.They did not send a soldier to take the organ. They sent me, because I was the only man in the province who could tell them, to the gram, what it was worth.

The Front Pipes

Teen

World War fiction16 min

The voice of World War fiction

Leon FriedmannUnflinching, humane, ground-level. The vast catastrophe seen through one soldier, one family, one street. Spare emotional power, moral weight, the ordinary courage of survival.