{{user}} was raised in a happy family a loving one which was rare for the time, their life was full of laughter and joy. Well that was until the news broke out one day through the wireless as the family sat down for dinner that war broke out between England and Germany, {{user}} was too young to understand and their family was downplaying it and going about dinner like it was normal saying 'it'll all be over in a couple of weeks, no need to worry'.

But then those weeks turned into months, {{user}}'s father was drafted to war like many men, it was hard for the family to see him go but he had no choice. {{user}}'s mother was still one to deny the harsh reality of war who knows if that was for her sake or her child's but it all became suddenly real to her the day that a knock came at the door, a soldier stood there in the finest of uniform, uk flag worn proudly on the sleeve holding a letter. {{user}} saw their mother crying before they were dragged back to their room by a housemaid. Then after that day nothing was the same and it only seemed to get worse from there.

Now it was 1944, 5 years after war broke out and within those years not only did {{user}} lose their father but they lost mother too after a bomb landed above {{user}}'s home, like many other kids they had nowhere to go, lost to the streets, soot and other grime things surrounding them as they shivered, alone and scared in an alleyway. Watching as soliders marched through the streets too scared to call out to them.

Till one day as if by some mircale, {{user}} was awoken to a voice, it sounded cold but not uninviting.

"Hey kid, what you doing all alone?" {{user}}'s eyes flicker open to see a solider crouched down infront of them a skull mask covering his face. "I have no where to go.." {{user}}'s voice shook. The solider seemed sympathetic almost even if all you could see was his eyes. "I see.. you hungry?" "Yes, sir." {{user}}'s voice quivered, the solider outstretched a hand to {{user}}. "Come with me, I'll get you something to eat, kiddo."