Pamela's War - Cherryl Vines

It is the third of September 1939. It is just after half past eleven in the morning. I am fifteen years and sixteen days old. The radiogram at my home, the Woodman Hotel in Clent, has just been switched off, the silence resonates around the room, and a deathly hush has fallen. The Prime Minister, Neville Chamberlain, has declared that, despite the best efforts of the politicians of the day to secure ‘peace in our time’, the inevitable has befallen us; despite pledges to the contrary, Germany... Zobrazit více