... as I sharply looked up I caught a glimpse of a smartly dressed Englishman and then smacked the hammer on my thumb. As I stumbled into the front to the dark haired, dark skinned man. He asked politely for some laces. I reluctantly obliged, gave the man his laces and then ushered him out of the shoe. It's bad enough having an Englishman in the shop, but a darkie it's absolutely disgraceful. 'Sir, if I may don't you think that people should be judged by their personality not their colour?' ' Hush boy and get back to resoling those shoes.' The celebrations that night were enormous. Parties all night and then when everyone was asleep they drove out leaving our whole town unprotected and vulnerable to the Germans. When the town arose the following morning the mood was dull, the banners which the night before were in full pride were ...

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