大象传媒

I left school at 15 years of age and went to the work at the Whitehead Torpedo Works in Wyke Regis (Between Weymouth - where I lived - and Portland, Dorset). I worked in the office, first as a filing clerk, then as a shorthand typist, and finally as a secretary. My Dad worked down below in the factory.

I often had to work overtime during the war.One such evening, after leaving the office, I caught the train back to Weymouth and then had quite a long walk to get home. The siren had sounded and there was practically no one around. Then I heard a man's footsteps behind me. He drew alongside me and said, "I seem to be going your war. As the siren has sounded, perhaps you'd like company". I felt bit nervous about it but agreed. After we'd gone quite a long way, the bombing and machine-gun fire got really bad, so my companion said we'd better shelter in the porch of one of the houses we were passing. Eventually there was a slight lull and he said, "I think we'll move on now". "Oh no" I said, "It's not over yet. I think we had better wait". However he insisted, so I decided I'd go. He took me to my door and bid me goodnight. I never saw him again.

The next day as I walked to catch the train, he house where we had sheltered was in ruins.

When I tell this story to my friends, they say "That night you met your guardian angel". I think they are right.

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