Wow, the fierce, determined voice of this, the defiance and courage in wartime, esprit de corps and swearing in Irish and desperate, life-affirming sex and all.
I want an eighth book filled with the stories of those left behind, the people huddled around the wireless and scribbling defiant messages on the sign at Godric's Hollow, and this story, I'm convinced, would fit into it. Yes. This is canon, as far as I'm concerned. *nod*