DO I believe in ghosts? I did not until the War was on and my
favourite brother was in it. He was stationed at Salonica. One day I
was making cakes and had just stooped down to take a tin from the
oven when it seemed that my brother bent over me and snatched one. At
the same time there was a whisper “I am so hungry.” I dropped the
cakes and turned round with “Oh, Ron!” but my hands met the empty
space. A few days after we heard of my brother being killed in
action.