The Second Fire of London

This month's copy of Saga magazine has a picture like my picture of St. Paul's Cathedral when the City of London was on fire. The raiders came in first with incendiary bombs and the resulting fires were a beacon for the bombers following with high explosive. I might have sounded light-hearted but it was overwhelmingly frightening. The noise went on and on.

The next morning I picked my way to work over piles of broken glass and firemen's hoses which snaked their way across the streets. When I arrived home that evening my mother told me that Jack's father, a fireman, had been killed by a falling wall. This is what war is really like.