Went to see Robert Capa, Gerda Taro and others at the Barbican.
The pictures were very modern-looking. The ones of the Spanish Civil War had me thinking about how it would have been here. There are notices on the High Street mobilising everyone under 50 against the advancing Fascists. Matt and I go down to the library to pick up rifles. Then overnight we make our way to the unfamiliar territory of Brockwell Park to cut off the Fascists before they can get down to the river. We only get the merest briefing before we are lying flat in scrub waiting for the enemy. I get killed quickly – probably shot from behind in a moment of blind panic – Matt survives and is honoured for carrying a wounded man to safety for over a kilometre in the line of fire. The young, old and incapacitated from our neighbourhood mass on the roads between Barkingside and Harwich and are sporadically raked with bullets from Fascist aircraft. The Republicans are forced to retreat. Matt dies in battle just outside Harwich and is buried in a mass grave.