Despite growing up during the Second World War, watching the nightly vigil of German Bombers destroying the ship builders by the river,some of us did survive, had our fun, our adventure ’s, first loves and misfortunes.
As young adults our circumstance’s changed. New pals, new loves, ‘Don’t forget to keep in touch’, but as time went, you didn’t.
Untill one day by chance accidentaly colliding into my old school pal Graham, nearly seventy years after parting our ways, things changed.
They say everything happens in three’s, but in our case it increased as more, now grey haired delinquents from 4A joined the monthly meetings of the Survivers Club, to reminisce on old times over a few beer’s.
Being pressured into putting pen to paper, and transcribe the tesimony of our memorable youth, this narrative was composed.