I know I've already reviewed, but I just couldn't read this without another review. This is my favourite fanfiction, ever.

This one made me smile. Fortunately, Walker did in fact survive the war. Nice story, though.

That was amazing! I never thought to read or write dad's army fanfiction until today!

this seems so poignant now after Clive Dunn's death, and seeing the names at the end just makes you think. This is such a good fic, please continue to write x

i don't think you understand how much this fic is perfect! ahhhhhhhh.
i love it.

despite the fact i was crying a little, the last line made me smile :)

this is making me tear up, and despite the whole aspect of the story, you've managed to get all the characters personalities right.

This short but poignant fic was nothing less than a Dad's Army masterpiece. Moving and funny at the same time, the characterization was spot on. I loved these moments in particular;

- "P.S. if you're still reading this, then kindly leave £16, 9 shillings and 6 pence for your gifts, they weren't easy to get."

- "Unfortunately no." he said at last, "Elizabeth has never been one for funerals, she feels black isn't good for her… figure. In any case, she's taking to sleeping in the shelter."
"But there hasn't been a raid for over a week." Mrs Pike pointed out.
"Try telling her that." mumbled Mainwaring.

- "I'm letting you have a pound sausages for your trip Joe." he said.
"Hang on!" cried Hodges, standing up, "You told me you didn't have any sausage left when I came into your shop yesterday."
"Well, you're not dead, are you?" retorted Jones, hotly.

- "Well, he always had some qualities in him that reminded me of my mother" said Frazer.
"In what way?" asked Wilson.
"Well, she was sometimes an irritating, money grabber too."

- "You will be respectable, or you will get this up you, and you will not like it."

A fitting tribute if there ever was one. RIP to them all; they're up in that great parading ground in the sky now... Fantastic job

A fittingly moving tribute to the brilliant James Beck. Walker was, is and always be my favourite member of the platoon & James' death was a tragic & deeply saddening blow to the show. This so far has been truly magnificent in paying respectful tribute to him while maintaining the characterization of the platoon excellently, from Jones' Sudan ramblings to Godfrey's quiet but ever-present voice of morality. While I sometimes choose to believe that Walker survived the war because of the clip set in the 60s in the very 1st episode which featured him, this is a fitting & beautifully done alternative which captures the tragic aspect of war in the otherwise comedic setting of Walmington-on-Sea. Excellntly done; I will most definitely keep reading. It would be great to see more Dad's Army fanfictions, and you write them really well :)

A wonderful fic for a classic show and a marvellous tribute to the great Private Joe Walker - played so classily by the brilliant Jimmy Beck.

'Wilson smiled a little for the first time that day and as he slowly closed the door he gave a small, inaudible "Night son."'

Aah! That's what was missing from the TV series.

A beautiful story and definiately something that all Dad's Army fans felt they missed after James Beck passed away

Very moving story. You have captured all the characters so well in just a few words. I actually have tears in my eyes.

I've been watching a lot of Dad's Army lately, and I was glad to see that somebody is writing fic for it! I enjoyed reading this, even though it's quite sad. You've got everybody in character and I loved Jones's bit about standing to attention in the Sudan. Hope to read more soon :)