大象传媒

my story starts on a nice warm day,where the town is busy and people are goin about their every day stuff,myself bet n stan wore gettin ready to go to work we all worked in the same place,we wore walkin down the road (we ad just come from cotton st goin towards crisp st),a lady called iris came runnin from er home she waz cryin and shakin, we run to find out what waz wrong she said er brother william ad been shot down and waz now missin, the telegram waz in er hand we took er to er mums where she waz given a cuppa,we then left to carry on to work we wore gonna be in for it by bein late, we got to work only to find out there waz a unexplosed bomb hangin from the ceilin, the whole street ad been shut off while they wore waitin for the bomb disposal men to arrive, we wore sent home as there waz no work gonna be done,we dicided to go off to our local public house, the army n navy boys wore in avin a larf the gaffer of the pub waz in the ole joeanna playin some tunes, it turned into arite singalong we all seemed to forget for a while that there waz a war out there, we ad a wake up call tho the sirens started to go, an we ad to make a run for it to the nearest shelter, them blasted bombs started droppin all around, we could fill the ground shake,the shelter trembled we wore all worried then bet n stan started to sing we at the time fort what the bloody el you doin, but then doris,may,len and ken joined in then the ole shelther waz singin role out the barrell, and carried on with sally, it waz just what we needed really, the people in the shelter ad just for that short period in time become family, the all clear went an we all came out to see the damage that waz done, we couldnt believe our eyes, every one went off to find family n friends in hopes that they would be ok, bet myself n stan walked back towards crisp st n cotton st , only to find that iris's house ad been hit so ad most of the street, even bets house waz gone so she came to stay with me, stan still ad to grab a bus to go home to find out if his family an home waz safe, but for the few hours that we wore all in that shelter we all felt relief and a harmony with the others that day, bet ad lost everyfing but she waz alive and that im greatfull for, coz if we ad gone home instead of to the pub well ???? i shall never forget that day and when those songs come on it brings a tear or two to my eyes, its funny my daugther is 46 and never ad to go frew the war, but she luvs the songs we ad durnin them times she can sing sally nearly as good as gracey fields, and she can jive as good as we did then, to remember the good ole days as my mother would say is to remember a time when we ad nuffing and yet we ad alot, and we as a nation must never forget, and pray it never appens again now or in the future, so our childrens childrens can be free,

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