by Don Shaw

The year is 1914, the setting a chateau behind the French lines before an expected offensive. Pte Dobson is awaiting a court martial at HQ. His crime? Killing a German soldier with an improper weapon, namely a penknife...

"An interesting piece of hair-splitting, almost Jesuitical hair-splitting, about The Hague rules of war and the fine line that divided honour from dishonour" (The Guardian)
"Written with a fine period sense" (Observer)

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