WHEN each of my four brothers was killed in the War a robin came and
hopped through the house. The last time this happened mother went to
bed in a worried state as, having three previous visits from the
robin, she knew what to expect and dreaded the morning post.
Waking up at midnight she saw Will leaning over the bed-rail in his
uniform, with his head in bandages. She called him by name and he
came towards her but, when she put her hand out to touch him, he
vanished. News soon came that Will died on that same midnight from
head wounds. Mother has never really recovered from this vision and
the visits of the innocent robin.