MAY 1944
It was all very respectable really, as it turned out. The two visitors decided to go up to bed really early, claiming fatigue, well battle fatigue as Chuck put it. I was still up and so I finished up sitting in the front room listening to In Town Tonight, or some such programme on the wireless as Mum sat opposite me knitting. She was silent for most of the time but just before I rose to go off to bed she suddenly spoke.
"Those brave boys go through hell Bobbie," she said, indicating with a look the upperpart of the house. I told her I knew and saw her looking at me in a scrutinizing way.
"I always think, it"s up to me to lighten their load, if I can, "she began. "That"s why I always give them a slap up meal and offer them a bed for the night."
I think she was really just refer
