Oh what a lovely war

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During the second world war years in Sheffield, life for a young whippersnapper was good.

After school, which finished at 4pm, you could explore, climb trees, play in the woods, go blackberrying.

It didn’t matter that things were tough that was part of the adventure. Winter with snow on the ground was fantastic, as you went sledging with very few cars on the roads.

At times you were reminded that there’s a war on.

For a whippersnapper that’s somebody else’s problem. War, what war?

EB Warris

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