Limnophile
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I have several chapters of a story complete and edited. I just need a couple of paragraphs re-written to sound authentically British. Any region / locality is fine. Would anyone across the pond be kind enough to assist a bit?
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A British father in the USA discourages his American son from joining the Army during the Second World War. -
One Sunday our family arrived early for church. My mother and sisters went inside and my father had a serious talk with me. “Bruce, I know you fancy joining the fight. Think long and hard. Some might come back with medals but others won’t come back at all. I…” He choked up a moment, then rested a hand on my shoulder and looked at me intently. I didn’t see any tears, but he rubbed the corner of his eye. “I would hate to see your mother cry for you.” It was the most emotional I’d ever seen him, and the closest he’d ever come to saying he cared about me. He was ‘Bloody Well British’ and a ‘Man’s Man’, a 250-pound blacksmith at that.
“If you still want to go to war, I’ll sign for you on your birthday in two months. Adventure and glory can be appealing, but there are other things to consider.” He nodded toward Elaine, a busty brunette around 30. “Her husband passed away three weeks ago and she needs a man to help run her farm. A lad who could win her heart would have a home, a sixty-acre farm, and forty acres of forest. Plus, the soldiers can’t win a war with empty bellies. The government are paying well for any food they can package and ship overseas. Please think about it, for your mother’s sake.” The church bell rang and we walked inside.
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A British father in the USA discourages his American son from joining the Army during the Second World War. -
One Sunday our family arrived early for church. My mother and sisters went inside and my father had a serious talk with me. “Bruce, I know you fancy joining the fight. Think long and hard. Some might come back with medals but others won’t come back at all. I…” He choked up a moment, then rested a hand on my shoulder and looked at me intently. I didn’t see any tears, but he rubbed the corner of his eye. “I would hate to see your mother cry for you.” It was the most emotional I’d ever seen him, and the closest he’d ever come to saying he cared about me. He was ‘Bloody Well British’ and a ‘Man’s Man’, a 250-pound blacksmith at that.
“If you still want to go to war, I’ll sign for you on your birthday in two months. Adventure and glory can be appealing, but there are other things to consider.” He nodded toward Elaine, a busty brunette around 30. “Her husband passed away three weeks ago and she needs a man to help run her farm. A lad who could win her heart would have a home, a sixty-acre farm, and forty acres of forest. Plus, the soldiers can’t win a war with empty bellies. The government are paying well for any food they can package and ship overseas. Please think about it, for your mother’s sake.” The church bell rang and we walked inside.
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