Clydebank

By now WW2 was in the Battle of Britain and Sojer's games involved Rob and I following him as a pretend Spitfire wing chasing Messerschmitts, or being Dornier bombers  which Sojer shot down and we crash landed. He also escaped from POW camps with the help of the valiant resistance - Rob and I. He tried to get us to be the Gestapo trying to catch a spy but that was too far, as far as we were concerned and he played that game by himself.
It wasn't all fun. My father came home from work late one night and got me out of bed to see Clydebank being bombed. We didn't see the bombers but we could see the glow from the fires in Clydebank thirty miles away like a sunset. My mother hugged me and told me there were boys and girls and their mothers and fathers being killed by the bombs over there, which took a lot of adventure out of Sojer's games.
The picture is from the Daily Record.

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