GARDIAN ANGELS

I believe in guardian angels. It's hard not to when some things happen as they do. On or about my twentieth birthday, on the nineteenth of April 1944, I had a two-day pass to London and you can bet I was going to celebrate. Some of my buddies and I went to London and rented a room in a hotel for our stay. We then went to a bar close to Piccadilly Circus. It was called the Universal Brassier Bar and was in a basement. While there we ran into some of our old buddies from the States and after an evening of celebrating we all decided to go to their hotel room with them across town. We took the subway and spent the night with them sleeping in the bathtub, on the floor and three or four to the bed. The next day we went back to our hotel to find that a German bomb or V-bomb had taken the side off our hotel. There were beds, bathtubs and commodes hanging off every floor including the room we were to stay in. Of course we went back to the basement bar for a shot of tranquilizer and then headed back to camp by train feeling pretty lucky.