Red Nazi banners with their crooked crosses moved lazily in the warm breeze, there were brown-shirted men on every street corner and a distinct aggressive confidence in the air. Hitler had made it clear where Germany was heading and anyone who was likely to object was behind bars or had fled. It had been Josh’s intention to go to the South of France for his honeymoon but Leduc had changed his mind. ‘This is 1934, Josh,’ he had said briskly. ‘There’s a war coming and it might be a good idea to know what we’re up against.’ As it happened, Ailsa loved it. Outwardly, there was the same warm friendship, the men in their lederhosen, white stockings and feathered hats, the girls in their spotless blouses and dirndl skirts, all claiming that the British and the Germans came from the same stock. In the beer gardens the sparrows still picked up the crumbs under the horse chestnuts and the orchestras still played Strauss. Only in the evening when you danced in that curiously stiff Germanic way was it different, and then the pounding music sounded like marching songs.
What do You think about The Iron Stallions (2012)?
