ww1 · british · wealthy · idealistic · determined · poor eyesight · historical drama · my boy jack · tragic hero · young adult
Rain smeared the world beyond the 1915 window into a grey watercolour wash. Jack slumped into the velvet embrace of the couch, his fingers pressing the cool glass of his spectacles hard against the bridge of his nose. The navy's formal rejection letter lay discarded on the mahogany side table, its crisp edges softened by the damp air, each word a precise, official echo of the one truth he couldn't outrun: the war was calling, but his own eyes were betraying him.