Chapter Twenty-Four“I met your Dad the night of the big raid on Darley Dene.”
They sat around the kitchen table, drinking their tea. The photograph Mum took from the shoebox lay in the middle of the table. It was similar to the one found by Ben when he met the mysterious soldier, but with distinct differences. His Mum's photograph was cleaner, not creased, and focused more finely. It definitely showed the same man, however. Due to the greater clarity of the image, Ben had no trouble identifying him.
The soldier at the tattoo and from the marshalling yard, the one who saved them on the marsh.
Picking it up, Mum studied the photograph, and she smiled as the memories returned. “He stayed here,” she pointed beyond the door towards the living room, “on the sofa in there. The next day, he lef
