There’s a point in the second act of Steve Gilroy’s verbatim re-enactment of conversations with the mothers, widows and sisters of the young lads caught in the crossfire of the almost certainly illegal wars they became cannon fodder for, when the lights go up on the already pin-drop silent audience.
One of the women takes a microphone and speaks into it as if at a public meeting. This is no rabble-rousing assault from what Margaret Thatcher once dubbed the enemy within, presumably meaning the bogeymen of the intellectual left intent on revolution.
