A kind of homecoming
A kind of homecoming: My husband Rob had just been demobbed from the army. I went to meet him at the base. I was delighted I no longer would feel the constant fear I had of getting that knock on the door and finding his commanding officer there to tell me he had been killed or maimed fighting some stupid war in some foreign country no one had ever heard of. We had three daughters, Cecilia, Rita and Joan and one son, Bobbie. Bobbie was a keen competitive swimmer. The girls all did...