My Grandmother is dying in the hospital right now, I visited her last week, I’m about to leave the country to work abroad and she was telling me how hard it must be for me because I know what I’m in for. She said when she left, she was put on a train to Dublin to get the boat to London, she didn’t speak any English and when she got to London, the day she started nursing training, WW2 broke out.

She said they’ve have to evacuate to bomb shelters every couple of hours when the bombing was at its peak, all the Irish nurses would sit in one room of the bumker on their knees playing, while the English nurses brought down a piano and sang and danced in the next room, she caught TB in ’41 and had to come back when she was well enough to travel.