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This story was submitted to the People's War site by a volunteer from CSV Actiondesk on behalf of Mr Stan Royle and has been added to the site with his permission. Mr Royle fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

In 1940 my brother Frank aged 29 went to war, he was 15 years older than me. On leaving he told me to have a drink with him on every Saturday night. A year later I was having a drink in the Morning Star at 9pm. The next night at 9pm, when I was working in the Bakery I felt someome watching me. I turned round and saw an image of him in uniform smiling at me.

Two days later my mother sent me to the Post Office with a parcel for him; but I had to take it home again as I didn't know what was in it. When I arrived home my mother and elder brother just stood staring at me. They told me that Frank had been killed on the Saturday night I had had a drink to him. I didn't break down until 2 years ago in 2003 when I went to see his grave.

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