I glared disdainfully at the tag around my neck. On it, written in Mother’s strong handwriting, were the words ‘Name: Alice Brown – Age: 12 – To be housed with younger sister, Dorothy Brown.’ I did not like it. It made me feel like a package, being carelessly tossed about until it reached its destination. Dorothy, however, was beaming all across her face. She had never been away from home, but was curious to see what it was like. Six years old, and already she wanted to be an explorer. “Be good,” Mother said. “I wish I was going – what an adventure…”
My heart hammered frantically, begging me to turn away from such horrid memories as I recollected the past few months. I remembered the bright sun shining on the day I left for the Sahara, in the sky and in my soul. I remembered the sea-gulls shrieking their protest at my departure. I should have heeded them. The wide expanse of sickly lemon sand stretching away to the horizon, taunting my blinded eyes to follow it to the edge of the world. The parching thirst that drove me on, marching, walking, stumbling. It has cost me a leg –what an adventure!
My little brother Max and I had just set off. We were going to the country. Max was sad because we weren’t going to see Mum for a long time, we were evacuees. The train journey was incredibly long. I looked over at Max, he was asleep. I, however, stayed awake, wondering obsessively if she would survive. We were in a carriage with three others, they were all evacuees too. I had to listen to one boy blathering on about how he was such a big boy going on a trip all by himself. I remembered what Mum had said to me “what an adventure!”.
What an adventure
One day on the wireless I heard that at Dunkirk the British and French soldiers were stuck on the beaches and the German soldiers were pushing them until they were on the water. Winston Churchill said that everybody that had a motorboat had to go and rescue the soldiers. I had a motorboat so I wet across the channel with another flotilla of boats. The sun was shining and you could hear the German and the allies guns. When we arrived there the soldiers were climbing onto the boats with the German guns shooting. What an adventure.
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