'In his khaki shirt and shorts and with his curly blonde hair, he looked so much like a little boy. One leg was blown off at the knee leaving a ragged brown stump. He was lying on his stomach, his head resting in his arms and it was just as if in his agony and his loneliness he had just turned over and died.' Excerpt ... El Alamein, 26 October, 1942. George Hopper, ex-bank clerk and now Rifleman with the King's Royal Rifle Corps, begins his...