"So then Tom," his mother wept, "don't worry. I'll see you again." Tom
was shocked, he'd never seen his mother cry before. Even when Dad left
to help in the army, she had been very strong.
"But-but Mum," he bit his lip, holding back his tears, "I don't want
"I know, don't worry," then she started to cry more heavily while
singing "We'll meet again" to him, his favourite song.
Suddenly, a whistle rang loudly through his head, so Tom reluctantly
stepped on to the train, his name tag round his neck and watched while
his mother grew further and further away until she was no longer
visible through his tears.
Tom calmed himself down and tried as hard as he could to find the
positive points to this situation. Well, at least he was safe from
being blown to smithereens. That was all he could think of. He wasn't
even going to start with the negative points.
"Hello there, "a small boy who looked about eight had just come into
the compartment, "I can't wait, this will be great. Such a brilliant
holiday, Dad said it will be fun. I don't know why he hasn't come with
Tom hadn't the heart to tell him that he'd probably never see his
"My name's William, what's yours?" The little boy said.
"Tom, nice to meet you William," he felt terrible, "so, do you know
where we're going?"
"No, but it will be good," said William excitedly.
The door to the compartment slid open and a girl Tom's age came in.
She was pale and looked very ill. She sat down and started mumbling to
herself, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Why are you crying, "William laughed, "this is terribly exciting.
"What on earth are you talking about," the girl wept, "we'll never see
our parents again. This is no holiday, we're being evacuated to the
"I will see my Dad again," William argued.
"No you won't, trust me," she was right and William was starting to
realise the truth.
Suddenly, his bottom lip started to shake and he burst into tears. The
girl took the boy into her arms and tried to comfort him the best that
"My name's Harriet," she told Tom.
"I'm Tomâ€¦ hi ," he replied.
There was a long awkward silence between the two of them while William
started to get to grips with the situation and settle down.
"That's William," Tom explained to Harriet
"Oh, the poor little boy," she was starting to cry again, "he's too
young for things like this to be happening to him. It's terrible!"
For the next few minutes they sat silently looking out of the window.
Later, they each took a small lunch out of their bags and compared
what they had.
"Bread and butter with a lump of cheese," Tom was very pleased with
his lunch, "and an apple!"
"I've got some cheese and cold sausages," said William happily.