The Calm before the Storm.
August 31st 1939
Romford, London
It was a bright, beautiful day. The birds were chirping with glee, the foxes deep in their slumber, and the British population arising to a beautiful, rain free morning. I woke up about 6:30am, and headed to my bathroom to have a morning shower. I entered the bathroom, and noticed a wren, chirping to be let in. I chuckled and slowly opened the window, allowing the wren to enter the bathroom, and have a little explore around such a unfamiliar place. I finished my morning shower, and headed downstairs into my kitchen, and made fried eggs on toast for a refreshing morning meal. Before I left for work, I made sure to leave Gregory, my dog a bowl of dog food to ensure that he doesn't go hungry whilst I'm away. I headed out of my front door and headed for Romford Train Station, where I worked as a member of staff. Throughout the day, many people I noticed were talking about the Nazi regime in Germany. I didn't support the Nazis of course, after news broke out that Jews were being deported, but it wasn't my problem, so I ignored the Nazi regime. The day went relatively smoothly with only a single minor incident, which is a station milestone. I finish work at 10pm, after starting at 8am, and head to a local restaurant nearby to grab dinner, as I forgot to do the grocery shopping. After I finished my food at the restaurant, with me being half awake, half asleep, I waddled back to my home, only a few minutes away. As I walked through my front door, I noticed the wren from the morning was in kitchen, and when it say me it fluttered it's wings as to say hello. I waved back at the bird, and thought to myself "Looks like this wren has chosen my home as it's new nest, I'll call the bird Wren." I gave Gregory a pat, and gave him some food for the night, as dogs surely get hungry at night, and head up to my room to get ready to sleep, ready for a fresh day of a new month, and hoping for decent weather for the next day. Little did I know, this night would be one of my last ever times I sleep in my own, comfy bed in London. I jumped onto my bed and fell asleep faster then an aeroplane, dreaming of a day where I can be in the countryside.
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Dunkirk: A Soldier's Story
Non-FictionMeet Charlie Dale, a 20 year old railway station staff worker, who lives in Romford, London. So far his life has gone perfectly, but that paradise for him changed in a day. 1st September 1939 is the day his life will change forever.
