If the frequent air raids, and all the nights huddled inside a small, dingy shelter couldn’t do it, the constant threat of invasion could. We hadn’t been sent to the country when the other children did, but now, finally, after two and a half years of waiting we were leaving. How I wished the phoney war was still on! I didn’t want to leave. And from the look on his face neither did my older brother Michael. All he wants to do is join the army, but Mama wont let him. I see where she’s coming from. After all she does also have a husband she loves a great deal away shitting the nazis then subsequently being shot by the nazis. I was only halfway there, but I already missed London.