by Reg Green
The anniversary of D-day tomorrow reminds me that early in the war my high school in England was closed for a week for repairs after it had been hit by bombs from German planes during the night. I think of that week, when students at every other school in England labored on as usual, while I lay in bed, as my happiest experience of the entire war.
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2 Responses
We didn’t have the war in my day, but we did have fires. My boarding school, or the part that I lived in, burnt down in the middle of the night because of someone’s over-performing toaster. Not mine, I swear!
I got a new guitar out of it––much better than the old one! Sadly, it didn’t help my musical career, but glad to see your chosen one is still flourishing.