“The Jerry bombers are going to
come for London and the Docks soon and the RAF can’t stop them. That means we will get it in the neck.
What about that raid last weekend, the City and Millwall copped it. Just the
start. I saw it in Guernica, death and destruction. You can’t imagine what it’s like.”
It was rare for Sowerbutt to show emotion, but he looked at his lady
across the table, red hair and grey eyes twinkling. “I’ll do everything I
can to help our lads and lasses who want to remain here. But you are not
staying, I will not have you hurt.”“Both of us are going then, Jimmy," Polly said "As you said to me once, I can’t leave you here alone, I don’t know what you might get up to.”
Sowerbutt smiled, he had been wondering how to tell Polly that they both should leave and soon. Dublin had not worked out, his new plans would.
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