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Mum kept telling me how safe school would be, away from Whitechapel and London and the Jerry bombs. She's dead wrong, isn't she? One toff missing, one bird dead and everything else is right barmy. I've got mates now, good china, and I thought I would, that's just how it goes, there's always couple of blokes looking for a bit of real ugly and needs somebody to captain, and I know how it goes better than anybody. Ain't nobody but me sometimes back home, and that's just the truth. But I ain't as sure about Bill as I thought. At first, swagger and all, and then, comes to find out, not only his Dad's a traitor, but he's bloody proud of it. No call for it, no call. I mean, yeah, England's got her problems, right, but it's a damn sight better than what the Jerries want for us! Can't have that. I don't trust nobody who thinks a traitor's their hero. Might have to shut his boat for proper if it comes to. I don't mind a bit of a read, myself. Bet Fia-bird'll be a goer for it, she likes that sort of thing. Never thought I'd meet a bird like her, she's a goer. Too posh then she turns around and no more duchess, she's just like me, tea leaf and all.

School's a damn sight queer, though. All those languages and all sorts of queer folk, toffs and frogs and Italians and all that, and more than a few blokes who are home and away, for sure. Not sure about the birds. But Professor Mathers, he's a bit of all right, he likes me well enough. Never had a teacher what liked me before.