As the burning coals flickered into life the family anxiously gathered around the wireless. Dad tuned in just in time. The Primeminister began: ” I am speaking to you from the cabinet room at ten Downing street…”. Dad and Jimmy sat side by side on the crammped sofa stairing aimlessly at the wireless, with Patricia sat opposite chewing her nails nervously. The Primeminister continued “… This morning the British Ambassador in Berlin handed the German Government a final note stating that, unless we heard from them by 11o’clock that they were prepared at once to withdraw their troops from Poland a state of war would exist between us.”
Mum, next to Patricia in an armchair knew what was coming next. “…I have to tell you that no such undertaking has been received and that consequently this country is at war with Germany.” A terrified look crossed mum’s face as the thought of the last war with Germany flooded into her mind.
The national anthem began and everyone stood up with grief. Dad and Jimmy straitened their ties and pulled out their tank tops. An awful thought came to mum: Jimmy could soon be on the front line.
Everyone sat down as the final coal in the grate died.