He found life in the country hard at first and he did not like the food, but after a few weeks he got used to every thing. He had never seen a cow or never had a sat under a tree and just hear the birds and the wind. He loved it. But after a long time it had to end. He was glad to go home but he was sad to leave the countryside. He said his goodbyes and he went home to his family. He found that home was a very different place from what he remembered. The streets were dark and black at night. There would be no lights unless they had all their windows boarded up. My grandad and his family made it through the war.
By Kizzy