My uncle, a tail gunner in a Lancaster,
My earliest musical memory is my Mum playing Vera Lynn singing "My son, my son" to me when I was a very poorly kid. Chokes me up every time I hear it. Went to see my Mum today and she was quite sad over it. She said " At least She's with her boys now". A lovely thing to say, I thought.
I know. My mum volunteeeed at 15, in 1940, and became a cook in Sussex. She has always mentioned the sadness over "my boys that didb't return", especially with the RAF guysIts the way everyone from that era seems to talk about her and its always ‘the boys’.