Prologue This story is truth, the balance is poetic license, now at the age of yrs I can see what it was all about although, at the time it was just us being us. No names or places have been changed as it would, I feel be unfair to the one who I owe the most too and he deserves better than that. The story is set in the early fifties so there was no television, videos or computers as will become evident as the story progresses. I have made observations during this story for the sake of clarity and continuity although it is only know

At the age of eleven we both decided to get an after school job for a little pocket money and it was agreed we would both get a paper round as it paid two shillings and sixpence c per week. None of this was discussed by us we just went and did it like we did everything, each of us a half of the whole. Murrays paper round was a little shorter than mine but he had an extra twenty papers to deliver so when we were wrapping then for delivery as was the fashion then, I would slow down when I

Six months after leaving college my father had got a better job in Wellington so the whole, or should I say the five and a half members of the family moved to the Hutt Valley to live so he could be closer to work. On turning eighteen I had decided to join the Army and was based in Trentham for my basic training before going onto the corps that would be my permanent place. After the first six weeks training I was entitled to go on leave for the weekend and so had decided to catch the five oclock train to the Hutt.