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This story has been submitted to the People’s War website by Peter Quinn of the Lancs Home Guard, on behalf of Harry Hignett and has been added to the site with his permission.

I was a Telegraph Boy during the war, working for the Post Office in Bootle. Any of the telegrams, which were special in our bundles would be identified by the post office girl — these would be news of people who were believed to be prisoners of war, missing or even killed in action. I was just fifteen and often had to deliver this bad news. I’d knock on the door and wait to see who answered — a mother, a wife or a brother. At times it was a really onerous task. One time, a heavily pregnant woman fainted on top of one of my fellow telegraph boys, having just got bad news.

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