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“How fortunate we were who still had hope I did not then realise; I could not know how soon the time would come when we should have no more hope, and yet be unable to die”

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Book:Testament of Youth
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Testament of Youth

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Vera Brittain
Vera Brittain

Vera Brittain was a British writer, poet, and feminist, born on December 29, 1893. She is renowned for her memoir 'Testament of Youth,' which offers a poignant account of her experiences during World War I. Brittain's writing frequently addressed women's rights and the societal impact of war. She passed away on March 29, 1970. more

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