Brother born on 13th September 1943. Moved from Copse Farm to stay with my grandparents. That morning my sister and I went off to school and the nurse, Nurse Lightfoot said, 'When you come home you may have a baby brother or sister'. And when we did come home my other brother came running up to the top of the road where the post box was (because we weren't allowed beyond the post box) to say that 'Jonathan was born at last.' But the best of it was he was never called Jonathan, he was called Alec. When Alec's own son was born he was called Jonathan. In that house my mum, my uncle, my sister, my brother (1943) and my other sister (1945) were born. 4 Fishbourne Cottages, Barnham was the home where I felt most comfortable. Copse Farm, Oving. We were allowed to play in the field at the side of the house. This particular day we went to play in the field and I think it was Shirley who picked up what we thought was a vase. It was a tiny little round thing with the colours of a shell. Shirley carried it and I carried it and we decided we were going to take it home to give to my mum as a vase, because that was what we felt it was in our hands. We went home and when we got to the gate we gave it to Robert to give to mum as a present. We walked in and said, 'Mum, we've got a present for you.' She took one look at it and went stark white and just said, 'You three stand there and don't you dare move.' And then she went tearing out of the front door and got my dad and my dad came in and just said, 'I'll take that please.' It appeared that we'd picked up a hand grenade, which he took and put down the old well at the back of the cowshed. Then we had a lecture, never to pick up in the fields. If we saw anything we had to tell one of the Air Force men that lived in the house, or we told somebody, but never pick anything up that dropped into fields. After that we never ever did unless we were told we could. At one stage they dropped paper from a plane and we could go and pick that up because that was safe. Robert would have been ...