WHEN war broke out my brother was amongst those who answered the
call. One night I saw my mother (who died just before the war)
standing at the foot of my bed holding out her arms and looking
straight past me. I turned my head and saw my brother come through
the closed door and walk into my mother’s arms, and they both
disappeared. At the time I thought, “How could a living being walk
through a closed door.” The next morning I got the news that my
brother had been killed in action.