Either me or my bratling wouldn't behere if it wasn't for the epidural anaesthetic developed in the Korean/Vietnam wars.... she was too big, upside down, back to front and with her legs straight instead of bent - every wrong position a baby could get into without actually holding on to my lungs!! As an asthmatic I don't get on with generals, and if I'd tried to push her out, she could have suffocated/dislocated her neck/ripped the bejasus out of me innards as she came....

Wars do tend to create a particular marking place, who writes diaries and reports about peacetime, other than landlords and tax collectors?

LTS