Fleeting Memories of WWII

What follows is a series of very short memories I have of being a small child in (and immediately after?) the SWW. I ought to mention that I was born in October 1940, that my father was mostly away either in Catterick as a serving soldier, or training as a paratrooper - he was dropped into Arnhem) or actually fighting, that my mother (born in 1923) was very isolated and very young - only 17 when I was born and that Bootle which was also where I was born was heavily bombed because of its proximity to the docks. Her mother had died in 1933 and her father was a savage, drunken and violent brute w... Mehr ...