Ww2 Stories

Chapter 2 “You know what?” Jack said to no one in particular. “These last eight months have been really busy.” Little Albert and Georgie took no notice but continued to bicker over some insignificant disagreement. “Is it really?” he continued, the sarcasm was blatant. Cissy looked up from her sewing. “Oh, Sorry, Love, what were you saying?” Jack smiled. “Nothing much. Just that we have been so busy lately. You know, at wo...

The old man sat at the table, watching the couples dance. He stared into his glass of Schnapps. The taste did nothing for him. Nothing did anything for him anymore. He wasn’t sure why he’d come. The lecturers and professors got younger every year. He felt they only invited him because they knew he had nowhere else to go. He doubted they’d even notice if he slipped away before the bells rang out. He wondered if many of the...

Mary changed into her work uniform, walked to her workstation, and fastened the grounding bracelet around her left wrist. She picked up a pineapple, poured in the measure of TNT, put a drop of sealer on the fuze threads, then carefully screwed the filled body onto the fuze. Whispering a brief prayer, she slipped the finished piece into its cardboard tube, then put the tube into the crate. Mary wasn’t happy that the Mk. 2...

My dad fought in World War IIJoined up at nineteen, fresh out of school.From the ranks of the ROTCAnd into the Royal Artillery.His dad before him had been a gunnerSo selecting that military branch was no stunner. He fought in Africa, Sicily, Italy, France and suchBut never talked about it very much.He had a big scar on his shin.His 'war wound' he'd call it, with a grin.It was not the result of enemy action.He fell off a m...

Today I took a long stroll, well, longish. It was an absolutely beautiful day and the sun shone brightly and hot as I walked through the trees. It was the Fifth day of September, Two Thousand and Eighteen and the forest was quiet and peaceful. Suddenly, I stopped. There, on the lake, just through the trees, a lone Heron, standing absolutely still on the opposite bank just yards away. I raised my camera, focused and... bea...