She sat there, waiting, waiting for the ship to come into the dock. She was looking out for her husband’s boat. The war had finished and happiness was back on the menu.

Running towards her were the children, who had been told to meet her there after school. Barking wildly was the dog and she heard a familiar ‘Toot toot’ of a boat docking in the bay.

Waving hands and rising smoke was arriving home, back from the war, back from the horror. Standing there, looking blankly at them, then he recognised his loved ones, running in for a hug.