William was the youngest British soldier to die in Afghanistan. In the two weeks before his death, Lucy repeatedly dreamt that she was witnessing her son being blown up by an IED. ‘I had a sensation of my own body burning,’ she said, ‘and I would wake up in a hot sweat. The smell of burning and the feeling of dust in my mouth was so vivid. I was never truly asleep when I was having this dream but, just at the point of being able to see William’s face, I’d wake up. I would see more than one explosion, and it scared the life out of me. I made an appointment to see my doctor. He told me I was projecting my fears. It was quite natural, he said, and he prescribed me some sleeping pills. But, to me, that didn’t explain why I was able to taste, smell and hear names being called. I still remember those names, and the shouts and screaming. There was an acrid smell that I couldn’t get rid of.