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Dropped in for tea

Great Auntie Grace lived in the country, she was my Grandmother’s sister, and because my Grandmother had died before we were born, she set out to take her place as best she could, and part of that meant Ben, my twin and I staying with her every summer during the school holidays.
There were few signs of war, eggs from the hens in the back garden, home grown vegetables in plenty, harvest waiting to be gathered in, a quiet laid back pocket of England, that is, until they had the unexpected visitor drop in from the sky, heard the plane crash among the corn fields and watched the parachute flutter down.
They gathered round the German pilot, escorted him to Lees’ farmhouse, phoned the police, and offered hospitality in the shape of a cup of tea. Their visitor declined until they, too, had supped from the same cup. He had been lead to believe in the Fatherland that we poisoned our enemies.

This story was donated to the People’s War website by Elziabeth Collins, of the Leam Writers. If you would like to find out more about Leam Writers call 0845 900 5 300.

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