大象传媒

This story has been entered on behalf of the author by a People's War volunteer. The author has been made aware of the site's House Rules.

-------------------------------------------

Early 1940s - when I was 9 or 10. Four of us were playing in the fields adjoining the private estate on which we lived.

In the middle of a game of cowboys and injuns we saw a distant group of men coming towards us.

We hid and watched, the one in the front was in khaki and was in charge, like one of our school teachers.

The others had broomsticks over their shoulders; they were pretend guns.

We crawled on our bellies to get a closer look, as they marched, stood still and did things with their sticks.

We nudged each other and grinned then with a whoop and a holler sprang to our feet, firing with our fingers and making gun shot sounds.

We heard the men swear as we took to our heels and headed back to the estate!

漏 Copyright of content contributed to this Archive rests with the author. Find out how you can use this.