All For Naught Orphan Ufonaut

It''s a 1970s school playground at an English Comprehensive with concrete and white paint indicating where basketball and soccer equipment can be used. The schoolchildren are busily plaguing each other while a small knot of more knowing adult seeming youths gather together in a tight band and begin chanting `We won the war in nineteen fifty-four.` One of the boys tries to make a correction `Shouldn''t that be nineteen forty-five? Nazi Germany was defeated in 1945 wasn`t it? The Second World War? Nineteen thirty-nine to nineteen forty-five?'' The chant goes on and on with little or no variation. The smallest boy in the playground knew a different story but he wasn''t telling. Instead he cast his mind back to a time before a time when he''d been safe and happy a place in which he''d been cared for by tall blonde men and women who one day told him he was going to a place called Earth.