BEING a reader of the many letters you so kindly publish in the Citizen, which in all weathers manages to reach me for my joy and entertainment, not to mention all the information I would not receive otherwise, I would like to thank you and your able staff.

I am pleased to note that of late the 'Warehouse Saga' seems to have eased its prominence? Myself being of an age when a warehouse was a place of storage for goods to be held for a period of time whilst in transit. also usually a place of work for those in attendance. Althams Field too, along with old Blobby, upside down trees, bridges and even the new and very troublesome new road takes a back seat against those twin towers in New York, which is my way of saying that in time most things fit into their own place.

So here, for what they are worth, I wonder if you will think they have a value at this time?

An anniversary a date in time

October 23 1942

Once upon that time ago,

Many years gone and something more.

Upon a hillock on that line,

A view for all we all thought fine.

Morning came so much the same,

Fed-up and weary of this fool game.

Time so much already gone,

Did bring us to this Desert Song.

Men so many of varying age,

From boys so young to 'Semi' 'sage'.

Friend and foe so much the same,

That terrible nigh El Alamein.

I put these few lines together, I have lots of them. I put them down on this old typewriter sort of talking to myself mostly.

R G Kew Grange Street Bare