Father put us in the car on the night of St. Andrew. The men in the neighbourhood had been shooting at the aeroplanes with their hunting weapons and pistols. The planes were flying at an irritatingly low altitude on the first day of the war, and they did not care a bit even if small weapons were making quite a loud noise. We had to get going so fast that my toys were left as a booty to the enemy.
In this picture I am sitting safely between my brothers Gunnar and Sulo. No one still knew there would be a war!