Despite growing up during the Second World War, watching the nightly vigil of German Bombers destroying the ship builders by the river,some of us did survive, had our fun, our adventure ’s, first loves and misfortunes. As young adults our circumstance’s changed. New pals, new loves, ‘Don’t forget to keep in touch’, but as time went, you didn’t. Untill one day by chance accidentaly colliding into my old school pal Graham, nearly seventy years after parting our ways, things changed. They say everything happens in three’s, but in our case it increased as more, now grey haired delinquents from 4A joined the monthly meetings of the Survivers Club, to reminisce on old times over a few beer’s. Being pressured into putting pen to paper, and transcribe the tesimony of our memorable youth, this narrative was composed.
This narative tells the memorys of old school pals meeting many years after their school days during World War Two. of their adventures, young loves, and sometimes catastrophes. Meeting each month for our intake of beer at the Survivers Club, and to hopefully keep us going for another few years untill the great school in the sky chatches op.
Born on the Wirral, Cheshire UK, the Second World War unfolded and soon reached our shores. The May Blitz, as we called it, deverstated parts of our area. We lads were not put off by German Bombers, we had our adventures, our young loves, tomorrow might have been to late. Time rushes by, my old pals go their own way and I find myself married, now with six grandkids, six great grandkids, and you find out what life was all about, when your old and grey.