Two strangers find comfort in an air raid shelter during the Blitz of London.
“Evening, Captain,” said the Marine sentry saluting as I stepped out of the U.S. Embassy in London. He wore a British style tin helmet reminiscent of the last war. He stood outside a bunker of sandbags. “Good evening, Corporal,” I replied, returning his salute. “They say there’s a good pub around the corner. Is that true?” “The ale’s okay there, sir, but the food is better a few...Read On