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 all 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. That means we will get it in the neck. What about that raid last weekend, the City and Millwall copped it.”
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