Triumphant Where it Dares Defy

AN EXCITING NOVELLA

THEIR WAR IS OVER BUT NOT THE FIGHT

It’s 1941. Europe lies at the mercy of the victorious Nazi war machine. For some in the British army the war is already over. Or is it?

Jock Mitchell has paid the price for being a territorial soldier in the Royal West Kent Regiment. His battalion, ill-equipped and unprepared, has been sacrificed in France against the all-conquering Wehrmacht, holding the line while the bulk of the British army retreats to Dunkirk to fight another day.

A prisoner of war camp awaits Jock for the remainder of the conflict, far from home and his loved ones, under the watchful eye of a brutal regime. Food is scarce, the work hard, the news grim.

But what if the prisoners could still contribute to the war effort? What if they could land a blow against Hitler? When an opportunity arises, Jock reluctantly finds himself at the centre of the scheme. If they fail and get caught, it means death for Jock and many others. Thankfully, Jock has the perfect alibi: he’s locked in a prisoner of war camp!

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Hey, Wrey! What’s with the title?

That’s a very good question and thank you for asking. ‘Triumphant where it dares defy’ is a line from Lord Byron’s poem, Prometheus. The mythical titan, of whom the poem is in honour, stole fire from the gods to give to humanity and was punished with an eternity of torment. Some believe the poem is about rising up against tyranny, making a sacrifice for the greater good. Here is the last part of the poem. I hope when you read the novella you’ll appreciate the connection.

Thou art a symbol and a sign
To Mortals of their fate and force;
Like thee, Man is in part divine,
A troubled stream from a pure source;
And Man in portions can foresee
His own funereal destiny;
His wretchedness, and his resistance,
And his sad unallied existence:
To which his Spirit may oppose
Itself—and equal to all woes,
And a firm will, and a deep sense,
Which even in torture can descry
Its own concenter’d recompense,
Triumphant where it dares defy,
And making Death a Victory.