Sowerbutt's Food

Brendan Bracken looked worried. “The bombing goes on night after night, Sorbay. It is relentless. Our information is that more Jerry bomber squadrons are waiting in the wings. How long can London take it? How long before serious riots start, warehouses, offices and shops looted? Widespread disorder. We’ve had some bad incidents already as I’m sure you’ve heard. The Old Man wants to know how long he has got. We haven’t got enough police to maintain order and we can’t call the troops out. Jerry propaganda and the American Isolationists would have a field day. And there’s a worrying trend of desertion rates of troops from East End homes. Can hardly shoot them all, never find them anyway.”

Sowerbutt nodded: “The East End is on a knife edge, Mr Bracken. There’s much more you don’t hear about. Families won’t stand by and see their children starve. Still very little food in the East End.
“Despite what you say, the high and mighty are eating well in the West End hotels and restaurants, while we are going without. Remember the hotels and restaurants are staffed by East End workers. Ration cards are fine, but if the housewives can’t find food, what’s the use?”
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