Today is a significant date for my family. Seventy-three years ago, at approximately 1.00 a.m on May 28th 1940, my mother’s fiance, Lieutenant Martin Sansome Preston fell in battle, aged 21, while defending the town of Hazebrouck, on the Franco-Belgian border, with the 1st. Bucks. Battalion. We salute his and the other mens’ noble sacrifice – and the phrase he bequeathed me, The Very White of Love, which will be the title of my next book. May he and all those who gave their lives for the cause of freedom rest in peace.