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This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Kate from High Halden Church of England Primary School and has been added to the website on behalf of Mr. Jim Hoad with his permission and they fully understand the site’s terms and conditions.

I was only seven when the war started.
My brother was a prisoner of war in Japan in a place called Hiroshima, that is where the first Atom bomb landed. He had been missing for two and a half years, we presumed he was dead. We had, as far as I remember, a message on a certain evening that my brother was coming back soon when I was twelve and we all waited up and didn’t go to bed, he didn’t come back until four o’ clock the next morning. I had fallen asleep and he woke me up when he arrived back at the house and although I was only half awake I shall never forget the excitement and the joy on my mother’s face. He is still alive today at eighty-eight years old and is living in Cambridge.
Written on the 7th of July, 2005.

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