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Please don’t. You don’t want to know about my experiences of The War.
Actually it was all a bit of a laugh at the time, hiding in shelters when bombs were dropping on my head, but I was so very young. So I came out of it all with You and Whose Fucking Army, but purely by chance of course.
I don’t think that I still have a problem with this. Britain won the War, although probably by chance.
I went on to be my own person but with out regard to being female. That was very silly of me. And so I had another War that I didn’t even see coming.
I didn’t see me as female. What does that mean? But I’ll tell you what. I will win this one. And some other woman will know what I mean.
I’ll have a look through my mum’s manuscript, the book about her family that she was writing for me and my sister, before she died. I have posted excerpts up before. I’m sure there’s another WW2 story in there, but one I have posted is ‘Eric and ‘Erbie’…
Dear God, Roob, don’t do this to me. My mother died when I was eight years old and I really don’t want to remember this. Her death was the good bit compared to the rest of my misbegotten family and what they did to me.
I am actually okay. And do you know what. I can put words on paper which is all I ever wanted to do. But I will never talk of what they tried to do to me. They failed. End of that story.
Please don’t. You don’t want to know about my experiences of The War.
Actually it was all a bit of a laugh at the time, hiding in shelters when bombs were dropping on my head, but I was so very young. So I came out of it all with You and Whose Fucking Army, but purely by chance of course.
I don’t think that I still have a problem with this. Britain won the War, although probably by chance.
I went on to be my own person but with out regard to being female. That was very silly of me. And so I had another War that I didn’t even see coming.
I didn’t see me as female. What does that mean? But I’ll tell you what. I will win this one. And some other woman will know what I mean.
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I’ll have a look through my mum’s manuscript, the book about her family that she was writing for me and my sister, before she died. I have posted excerpts up before. I’m sure there’s another WW2 story in there, but one I have posted is ‘Eric and ‘Erbie’…
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Dear God, Roob, don’t do this to me. My mother died when I was eight years old and I really don’t want to remember this. Her death was the good bit compared to the rest of my misbegotten family and what they did to me.
I am actually okay. And do you know what. I can put words on paper which is all I ever wanted to do. But I will never talk of what they tried to do to me. They failed. End of that story.
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