A united front

I WAS minding my own business, checking my reflection in a shop window just along from Piccadilly. Then some American G.I. grabbed my arm, pulled me towards him and gave me an overly enthusiastic kiss

MILK?” Mrs Evans loomed over Alice Campbell’s teacup with a milk jug. The humidity in the tea shop was beginning to wilt the fabric violets in Alice’s little hat. She could see a few of the tiny flowe

To mark the 80th anniversary of VJ Day, John Eskdale and other survivors share their harrowing memories of war and stories of hope

DANA NOVAK took a good, long look at the man. She knew that none of her clothes back at the tiny apartment she shared were going to cut it – not when introducing herself to Fischer. And she certainly

THE light was beginning to fade, and as Irene started to scratch her bare arms, she remembered anew one of the few things she disliked about being in the countryside. “The midges are out,” she complai

Stumbling over the soft sand, Rachel wished she had worn her flat sandals. Her husband Nik, hands in pockets, walked a few paces ahead. The evening sun glinted off the silver that had recently appeare