Here's me in WW2 and I must admit I look fairly well nourished, perhaps it was the chewing gum etc we used to cadge off the Yanks from the Pheasey Camp. Kids were just as daft then as today, because I remember our gang daring each other to touch an unexploded bomb which had landed in the street and we could see it though a gap in the sandbags covering it. No police anywhere near it and it made a change from collecting shrapnel !
I look a bit tense in the earlier left hand photo - perhaps it was after the bomb was dropped on our house when I was in it. In the right hand photo I look a bit happier - perhaps I had got used to air raids.