To Stockport, England, slim, hard, bronzed Sergeant Henry ("Harry") Worsley returned home after two years at war. He had fought from El Alamein to Salerno, been twice wounded, won the Military Medal. He had two weeks' leave.
The train was late. When he arrived at Manchester, the last bus had gone. Through the blackout, with air-raid sirens wailing, he walked four miles home. His family had all but given him up. The children, Joyce, 8, Frank, 7, had been put to bed. Lily, his wife, unwilling to muss her new marcel wave before he saw it, waited, and kept ready a...
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