Winners, they say, are born. It is not just a question of the right combination of genes that combine to create a the particular physical or mental abilities, but a special quality of self belief bordering on arrogance at times, and the willingness to take risks when prudence would suggest caution. The other side of the coin is that apparent losers too, appear to be born that way even if they are equally gifted by nature.
This is a story of two brothers who at first glance were apparently identical in appearance, but so totally different in character that it was difficult to accept the evidence of your eyes. On closer examination however, you would suddenly realise that they were not truly identical, but mirror images of each other. It is a story set in the context of the tumultuous events of the twentieth century which so moulded the lives of the various players. It is also a love story on several levels, but it is not primarily an erotic story, although there are some sexual passages.
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The two brothers were both highly intelligent, but Keith, the older by a couple of hours, was a rather grave little boy who seldom laughed. Leonard on the other hand, was everyone's idea of a perfect child, always smiling and laughing — the kind of child who engaged every adult who met him.
They were born in London in the February following the Armistice that brought the slaughter of the First World War to an end. Their father Frederick came from a lower middle class family in a large town in the Midlands of England where his father worked as a senior clerk in local government. He was a bright boy and when he was eleven passed the competitive qualifying examination for a free place at one of the new county secondary schools. Although he was not a high flyer his academic record was good enough for him to stay on at school beyond the statutory leaving age of fifteen, and although he initially considered a career in teaching he eventually decided to follow his father into public service. He passed the Civil Service entry examination with high marks but before he could apply for a position war was declared and in August 1914 he enlisted as a volunteer in the British Army. In November, following basic training, he went to France with his regiment and by summer 1916 he had risen through the ranks from private soldier to the rank of Captain. In November 1916 in one of the last battles of the Somme Offensive his war came to an end when he was severely injured in a shell burst, also suffering serious damage to his lungs from exposure to mustard gas.
Following surgery in a military hospital Frederick was sent for rehabilitation to a stately home in the Home Counties which had been taken over by the Army as a temporary hospital for the duration of the conflict. He fell in love with one of the nurses, the daughter of the owning family. In common with many other upper class young women, Eileen had wanted to do her part for the war effort, and when her brothers went to France with their Guards regiment, she volunteered as a Red Cross Nurse. She had hoped to go to France as well but her father used his influence to keep her at home out of danger. At first her feelings for Frederick were no different from those she felt for the other soldiers, but there was some special chemistry between them and gradually pity turned to affection, and affection to love.
Frederick had recovered sufficiently to leave hospital by late spring in 1917, but as he was assessed to be unfit for further military service, he was discharged from the Army into civilian life where, because of his military experience and distinguished war record, he was offered a post as an administrative officer in the War Office. Despite opposition from her family, and particularly her father, Eileen and Frederick were married at Battersea Registry Office in August 1917. They began their married life in a small rented flat in Brixton from where Frederick took the train to Westminster six days a week, but by 1923 when the boys were four years old, they had saved enough money for a deposit on a small semi detached house in the North London suburbs.
Frederick never fully recovered from his war injuries, and by 1929 he was suffering increasing periods of ill health when he was unable to work. In 1930 he was diagnosed with the advanced stages of tuberculosis and was admitted to an isolation hospital in the summer of that year, where he died just before Christmas. Before Frederick's hospitalisation Eileen had been able to use her nursing qualification to supplement the family income by working part time as a private nurse caring for elderly wealthy patients. However, even with this extra income, the family's savings were rapidly running out and when Frederick died her family insisted that she moved with the children back to her family home, where she was allowed to live rent free in one of the cottages on the estate. Although he had not approved of her marriage, her father insisted that the grandchildren of a peer of the realm should receive a proper education, although he had barred them from ever inheriting the peerage if his son failed to produce an heir. So at the beginning of the autumn term in September 1931 both boys were registered as boarders at a small public school in a coastal town in Dorset.
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With his carefree and engaging personality, Leonard soon adapted to boarding school life, and rapidly lost his provincial accent and attitudes. By his fifteenth birthday he acted and sounded like all the other pupils who had been born into the upper class, with their characteristic air of social superiority. It also became apparent that he was a natural leader and quickly gathered a small group of admirers around him, and they often got into scrapes, although this was less out of maliciousness than youthful high spirits. Although they regularly broke school rules, they were generally punished rather lightly by schoolmasters who had known life in the trenches and who were reminded of their own indiscretions when on leave from the Front. Leonard's lively intelligence, natural charm and persuasive tongue might also have had something to do with it.
In complete contrast Keith was an introverted loner who did not naturally fit into the communal life of a British public school. He was as physically well developed as his brother, but lacked the coordination to excel at team games, and he loathed the Army Cadet Corps and its endless drills and hierarchical structure. There is no doubt that if he had not been Leonard's brother he would have been subjected to merciless bullying and practical jokes, but generally the other pupils left him alone. His social isolation did not bother him and he spent as much time as possible studying, either in his room or the unusually well stocked school library, the legacy of a farsighted former headmaster. As a result of his lack of interest in the refined social graces of his upper class peers he never lost his London accent, and in later life he was often thought of as boorish and common by those who didn't know him.
Both boys did well academically, although Leonard spent far less time in private study and regularly borrowed his brother's notes when he was revising for examinations. Their natural aptitudes and inclinations were as contrasting as their personalities, and whilst Keith excelled in mathematics and physics, Leonard displayed a flair for languages — it was said that he could pick up a new language in a couple of days. Their headmaster recognised their intellectual qualities and encouraged them to take the entrance examinations for his alma mater Cambridge University, and in the autumn of 1937 they entered the hallowed portals of Trinity College. In their final year at school they had often discussed their future careers and what subject they would choose to study at Cambridge. Keith had become very excited by the work on nuclear physics taking place in the Cavendish Laboratory under the leadership of Ernest Rutherford, but
Leonard regularly changed his mind. However, as a result of political events in Europe and the threat of another European war, and with the encouragement of his mother, he eventually decided to study modern languages and political science.
In the summer of 1937 Leonard decided that before going up to Cambridge it would be a good idea to travel in Europe to learn what he could of the political situation first hand. On a warm June evening with just a few essential possessions in a rucksack, he caught the Night Ferry from platform 2 at London Victoria station bound for Paris and adventure. After a few days enjoying the many attractions of Paris he took the train for Berlin where he planned to spend a couple of weeks before returning to Paris via Amsterdam and Brussels. The notorious transvestite and gay bars and nightclubs in Berlin had all been shut down by the Nazis when they came to power in 1933, but Leonard surmised that he could still learn much by frequenting the remaining bars where he could meet both ordinary civilians and soldiers. What he saw shocked him to the core, and he realised that war was both inevitable and would be supported by a population who were desperate to remove the stain of the humiliation they had suffered after the Armistice in 1918.