Chapter one.
I was working in my uncles garage. When my uncle and I heard the wailing of the air raid sirens. I ran like never before, I took my public shelter ticket (for short P.S.T) I was twenty years old at the time. The army was recruiting, I sent a conscription to see if I could join the infantry. When I got home, my mother said there was a letter addressed to me. The letter said to go to the Houston train station (In London) and get the train to Northampton. My mum asked me what it was about, and I said in reply " The army have secured a position in the infantry for me." and she mumbled "Oh. Ok." The next day at Houston there was another group of guys going to Northampton, They asked me "Which part of the army are you in?" and I replied "The infantry." they said they were part of the engineers regiment. We were in the same cabin as a man who was reading a newspaper, we were busy talking, and he said "Have you not read the poster?" We looked up and saw a poster by Cyril Bird named 'Careless talk costs lives' which always features Adolf Hitler listening to conversations. I had trained for a year, after that I was sent to North Africa. We had climbed into the trenches, intel told us that the Nazis had a weapon named 'Thor' we heard a defining roar we most definetly knew it was the 'Thor'. After a few days in the trenches, we regularly saw a Luftwaffe plane fly over and see what we were doing, for our general he asked "Why haven't you shot it down?" we replied with a simple "Because they'll know it's been destroyed if it doesn't return."
