I post this story now, because next Saturday is the 66th anniversay of the outbreak of the Second World War. On that anniversary I shall post a piece about that time, as seen throught the eyes of the eight year old boy that I was then. Jane awoke in the deep of the night to a sound, and she lay awake, wide eyed in the wash of moonlight through the bedroom window. She could barely credit what she was hearing at first, but then her lips parted in a smile, and she gently slid the bedcovers aside.... Sign in to see full entry.