Me and my little brother Jamie. I was 11, and Jamie was 7. WWII started, and we escaped Mam. We got on a train and went to where all the evacuees went.

The other children got picked by people from the village to be taken care off. Me and Jamie didnt because of my clubbed foot. I am a crippled Mam said, an ugly, useless, crippled who ought to stay home and never let anyone see my ugly foot.

The Iron Face woman who was in charge took me and Jamie into her car. Yes, a car, a real motorised car. As the woman drove and drove i looked out the window, holding my brother close and running a hand through his blonde hair. Eventually, we came to a house with a field beside it. A horse instead the field. • The war progressed. The lady we stayed with was Susan Smith, a blonde lady who was rich and fed us and bathed us every day. As the war progressed everyone got anxious. I started learning to ride the beige horse, Butters. And Jamie liked the planes that were in the air field near Susan's home. It was great*

One day, a peaceful summers day. I was riding Butters, Jamie ran around and Susan sat inside. It was perfect and Butters happily trotted