It was a tough job getting a drink on my 21st birthday
Letter to the editor: I cannot remember my 18th birthday, but I do remember my 21st (5 thoughts of the week, September 10).
It was June 1944 and I was in Dad’s Army. I took the sergeant, corporal and a few others into a pub for a celebration drink. To my shock, the barmaid refused to serve me, believing that I was under 18.
Common sense prevailed and my good friends got their beer.
GEOFFERY WALTER, Bromley
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