The Kite Makers: Six Years of a Child's War - Britain 1939-1945

In September 1939 I was not yet three years old. I remember much of that time, due in part to the extreme nature of events. Where scenes are recalled that I may not have personally witnessed, I knew of them. I knew what had happened; I know what was said.
They’re all dead now; the people I might hurt by writing this: my mother, father, brother. Some cousins, distant or close, must be seventy or eighty years old by now, but most of these will feature only minimally in the telling. Perhaps they themselves write and are willing to reflect on the years of the war — our childhood.
In September 1939 I was not yet three years old. I remember much of that time, due in part to the extreme nature of events. Where scenes are recalled that I may not have personally witnessed, I knew of them. I knew what had happened; I know what was said. I can accurately assign the words to, say, my mother, Winfred May Baker, or to my aunt, Anne Page.
Where I have needed to reconstruct actual events, or to insert dialogue to recreate a scene for the reader, it has been with assured and detailed knowledge of what had occurred. Much dialogue is exactly reported.