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War Log #5: The Royal Woman

Great Britain, May 11, 1941

           On the early morning of May 1941, I woke up, ready to start the next day. Meeting up with the children who are having fun while the adults are helping each other out. I met both the Train Driver and the Train Fireman, who are repairing some parts of the train. The people have cleaned the train's coaches right before this day. This is sometime after the makeshift music lessons I have with the young children and adults.

Mr. Valluard: Good morning you two, Driver and Fireman.

Train Driver: Oh! Good morning to you as well Mr. Valluard.

Train Fireman: Nice to have a good ol' chat with the ones who risked their lives saving the passengers.

Mr. Valluard: Even though it was 6 months ago, that memory won't be forgotten like sand on beaches.

Train Driver: True.

Mr. Valluard: Speaking of passengers, how's the engine?

Train Fireman: The engine is in moderate condition, much to the bullet holes given by those German fighters. But there is no damage inside the boiler luckily.

Train Driver: The train itself was in need for repairs, but I think it can withstand for about 13 kilometers of track.

Mr. Valluard: I see.

Train Fireman: I also heard that the Germans are leaving us alone.

Mr. Valluard: What? Really?

Train Driver: Ah yes, the Royal Air Force reported that the German planes are heading back to base. Apparently it looks like the Germans are attacking most of Europe as their own.

Mr. Valluard: Let me guess, the Soviet Union?

Train Fireman: I think that must be what's happening over there.

Mr. Valluard: Oh great. At least our country would be going back to its destruction to rebuild Britain with the time given.

Train Fireman: Indeed.

Mr. Valluard: Well, I'm going to check for Harold Young Bastion, he must be waiting for me because of some important business.

Train Driver: And I thought he was just your student.

Train Fireman: I heard that he was the son of the Bastions, who are the highest among businesses, especially on rail services.

Train Driver: Hm...

Mr. Valluard: Well, I'm now off, be safe when everyone comes out of the system!

I waved them goodbye, they both waved back before I walked with all of my belongings, including my flute and off to the entrance of the station.

As I walked to the entrance, I saw Harold Young Bastion who was standing with his belongings. I waved at him before he waved me back.

Harold: Well, shall we take the Royal Navy?

Mr. Valluard: I wonder how this happened.

Harold: True, you took a job as a music teacher for one day before the Germans came and ruin everything.

Mr. Valluard: Well, it can't be help. Let's go.

I and Harold Young Bastion walked to the entrance of the once Underground Station. Looking at some rubble that are scattered at the staircases and the main entrance as well, the Germans have destroyed much of what was here before.