A Fire Watcher’s Tale
In 1940, at the age of 17, I was allowed to serve with the men as a ‘Fire Watcher’.
There were many casualties and not a few fatalities caused by this hellraising.
The Jerries continued their onslaught from the air, and evacuations were the order of the day.
So it was that late on a November night, whilst on duty, I observed a strange occurrence that caught my attention.
At this house, in an exclusive area of my watch, I observed several people about when the Air Raid sirens were sounding.
I knew only too well that the house belonged to a senior officer in the armed forces, away on duty and his family had been evacuated.
I am sure they are up to no good, but I can’t keep track of them whilst undertaking my duties.
It seems to me that they were about no good and after secrets secured within this house.