Never trust your big brother with a brick

Scottish Daily Mail - - Freeview Primetime Planner -

Dur­ing the last war, when i was about eight, i was walk­ing through bomb-dam­aged streets with my brother, who was two years older than me. i spot­ted an air raid war­den’s tin hel­met, put it on my head and asked my brother how it could save some­one’s life. Older brothers know ev­ery­thing, af­ter all. ‘Dur­ing an air raid, metal shrap­nel falls from the sky and if it hits the hel­met, it bounces off with­out caus­ing in­jury,’ he told me. ‘When we get home, i’ll show you.’ He told me to stand against the house and went up three floors with a large brick. He leant out of a win­dow and shouted down: ‘Put the hel­met on and don’t move!’ The next mo­ment, the brick hit the hel­met — i’ve never felt pain like it. He came down and said: ‘OK?’ i told him no — it was aw­ful. He said ‘That’s strange,’ and checked the hel­met. ‘i think i know what hap­pened. There’s sup­posed to be a layer of foam and straps inside.’ The pain was dread­ful, but not as bad as find­ing out the idea that big brothers know ev­ery­thing is a fairy story. Brian V. Reynolds,

Herne Bay, Kent.

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