EJ Rudsdale on Twitter from 3 September 2019

31st December 1941 - New Year's Eve

So ends 1941, and so we look into the vague vista of 1942, a year which will no doubt bring as many disasters and terrors as that now finished. Colchester has been very lucky indeed, in fact since those two days in the autumn of 1940 there have been few really terrifying moments, and the wail of the siren no longer turns my stomach. If this luck holds until the end of the war it will be a wonderful thing. There are rumours that aerodromes are to be built at Langham and Colne. If this is done I am afraid the town will be in considerable danger, but they are nothing more than rumours so far.

No bells and no sirens at midnight tonight, only a few distant drunken voices singing “Auld Lang Syne”.

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