It was a time of slamming doors and shouting at Downton Abbey. Worries and stubbornness had grown intensely during the past weeks and months.

"You won't stop me, mother," the heir's voice was heard. "You kept me here for four years now… I'm leaving as soon as I'm twenty-one."

Daisy Parker, now being Downton's cook for almost three years, shook her head. "All this shouting," she sighed. "Without the refrigerator, the milk would turn sour with this atmosphere."

Doors were shut with bangs. Groans of frustration were about to hear.

Downton's butler noted the loudest bang being the front door, followed by hastily steps on the gravelled path in front of the house. He knew where to find the young hothead and followed him.

"You see, Master George… this is sir now, of course…," Thomas Barrow started when he arrived at the garden temple. "You see, I've been to war, and I saw things so terrible, so frightening, no one can imagine. There is no glory, no music, no cheering when you're at war."

He looked at soon-to-be Earl, saw the stubborn glance in his eyes. "I've been to war with your father, Master George, and he would try to keep you save, to keep you away from this. Like your mother does it right now."

"She loves you; you know," the butler added.

The boy would enlist, of course. He would enlist as he wanted to live up to his father's image so desperately. He would leave Downton and they all would pray for his save return. Thomas Barrow thought of the things he had done to escape war. He thought of the damage war had done to men he used to know. And he prayed that Master George would be spared from this.