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From frontline action to opera: my father’s musical memories of WWII
NOTHING to report, Grant, except the usual niggles with the coal delivery. “Here, have a cup before I go.” “Thanks, Jim. I’m fair parched.” Grant removed his bicycle clips and accepted the proffered t
A Ukrainian PoW’s story Dmytro Chorny had been ...
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SATURDAYS were no fun when Mum was on shift. She’d made it clear that while she was at the hospital, whoever was left in the house was expected to get on with all the jobs that had to be done. Today t
Most readers will recall starting school, aged about five. It was often daunting, and something of a step into the unknown. I clearly remember that day in September 1954; the little bottle of milk wit
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