I sat there, staring at the sky, waiting for another plane to fly by, and hopefully picking me up, and taking me with them. My mother hates the idea of war. In some ways, I do too. My older brother, Philip, was killed in the war. 'Lost in action' it said. I know my brother is still out there. I would always wait there, hoping I'd see him walking down the street. I could picture myself running up, and hugging him. I could see my mother crying, and my little sisters being shy. It was really a fantastic thought.