Sowerbutt's Bombs

Polly smiled: “I’ll be glad of some decent food. The rations are hopeless, that is if you can find anything. Everybody is saying the same. It is alright those politicians talking about fighting the Jerries on the beaches. Meanwhile we’re wasting away. Talk about slim figures, walking skeletons more like. Thank goodness for those tins of steak you got hold of.”

Sowerbutt took a mouthful of tea. “The fact remains we are in danger of getting killed if we stay here. Look at the fight the Brylcreem Boys are putting up to stop the Jerries. Day after day and planes dropping like flies everywhere. I heard they downed tools at Manston the other day, had enough of it.
“The Jerry bombers are going to come for London and the Docks soon and the RAF can’t stop them. We will get it in the neck. What about that raid last weekend, the City and Millwall copped it. I saw it all at Guernica, death and destruction.”
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