The picture shows his brothers and sisters. I presume as the oldest he took this picture. The narrative is his..."After our evening meal we children took turns doing the washing up. Mother joined us in the kitchen to cook a fresh supply of soda bread. Baker's yeast was scarce but the recipe for soda bread also caused the dough to rise in the oven. She brewed regular supplies of ginger beer and dandelion and burdock drinks. She made the drinks from a 'starter yeast' that had been kept alive with sugar for as long as I can remember. It was still necessary, five years after the war, to obtain a child's green ration book to be able to obtain two eggs, double the weekly ration for adults...."
Just very everyday stuff.
"...On my first contact with other soldiers I was put off by some of their less attractive behaviour, such as drunken brawls, bad language, and boasts of promiscuity. However, after joining in their sports and writing letters for them we became good friends. They were also respectfully quiet when I knelt to pray by my bed..."
Then
"I'm just listening to the football commentary (Malawi vs Cameroon) and he's just said, "The clouds are looking heavy but we know God is with us so it won't rain. But if it does rain we'll accept it as one of God's blessings..."
Finally
He is not in the picture. Where is he?
