NOVEMBER 1943
I hoped it would all go away by the next morning but, of course, it didn"t. The phone rang early in the morning and a reporter from the local paper asked to speak to me. "You can"t," mother told him in a stiff voice, "he"s off to school."
They were quite persistent though and arranged to call late that afternoon when I would be back home. Dad answered the front door and there stood a man in a dark brown pin stripe suit and a trilby hat and a woman in an inverted vee shaped hat and a drab grey costume. I stood back at the kitchen door but Mum came forward to see what it was all about. The man said he was from the paper to talk to Bobbie and this was his photographer. Could he speak to me briefly about his brave action and have a picture out in the garden please?
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