The Luftwaffe has started night raids on Liverpool. They began a few days ago and have been continuing since.

I don't know what to do. I want to go home, but what will that do? Isn't that running away? Shouldn't I stay here and continue my job? Even if that's the right thing to do, my heart is still pulling me toward Oxford.

I wish that James was home. I wish my parents had left for America months ago like I asked them to. I don't know what to do.

I need a drink.