CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
8TH MAY 1945 – VE DAY
There was so much joy and happiness in the house that it seemed that even the walls were smiling and celebrating. The fear had gone and the excitement buzzing around the place was like a constant source of electricity giving power to thin air. When the news had delivered confirmation of victory in Europe, Peter punched the air. Martha and Mae embraced tightly and let out tears of joy. It had been a long and nasty six years. The two women hadn’t seen much of the chaos, but Peter had been to the city a few times, and he would regale the women with the horrors he had seen and stories that his fellow officers and soldiers had told him. Stories of holes in the ground larger than numerous double decker buses lined up together. Stories of policemen walkin
