A Small Boy's Wartime memories I will be relating this tale as if I were talking to you over a beer in a pub. I was born in 1936 so that when the war started I was three and a half years old(half's matter when you are very young). I can't remember much about that time but, about two years later in 1941 when there was the “Battle of Britain”, That's when I really started remembering. It was fireworks every night. (In fact after the war on the first fire works night I was quite...