- Contributed byÌý
- Lancshomeguard
- People in story:Ìý
- Harry Hignett
- Location of story:Ìý
- Bottle, Liverpool
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A4605374
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 29 July 2005
This story has been submitted to the People’s War website by Peter Quinn of the Lancs ³ÉÈË¿ìÊÖ Guard, on behalf of Harry Hignett and has been added to the site with his permission.
I was a Telegraph Boy during the war, working for the Post Office in Bootle. Any of the telegrams, which were special in our bundles would be identified by the post office girl — these would be news of people who were believed to be prisoners of war, missing or even killed in action. I was just fifteen and often had to deliver this bad news. I’d knock on the door and wait to see who answered — a mother, a wife or a brother. At times it was a really onerous task. One time, a heavily pregnant woman fainted on top of one of my fellow telegraph boys, having just got bad news.
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