Time. It's a funny thing, isn't it? Like an obedient soldier, never changing its pace,

it seems to endlessly, dutifully keep marching on, never stopping, never pausing for a moment's rest.

For some of us, the older we get or the more we are enjoying ourselves, the faster it seems to

slip by, almost unnoticed. In some instances, perhaps when we are engaged in an activity we don't

really enjoy, like a soldier marching for miles with a heavy pack, time seems to slow

to an unbearable crawl. And yet, for many, a lifespan of 70 to 80 years is merely a drop in the

bucket when there remains the undying hope of an eternity soon to follow it. But what is time?

Sure, we measure it with our clocks. We are each well aware of

its ravages the impact it has on our bodies and minds, but do we understand it with all certainty?

The smartest men that have ever lived have made determined efforts to crack the mystery

of this strange phenomenon called time, to capture it, to control it.

And if we gain control of it, is it possible that we could reverse it?

Or could we independently travel through the veil that separates this present moment from the past?

So far, outside of science fiction, we have failed in this respect.

But no doubt somewhere, by some hand, this research continues.

But bizarre as it may sound to the practical mind, despite our inability to control it,

there do seem to be instances where, without warning, men and women going about their everyday lives,

have suddenly, and most inexplicably been transported to a different time.

Among these are three British Royal Navy cadets during a routine training event as they walked through a small village in the Suffolk countryside.

This is the story of the Kersey time slip.

I'm Luke Lamanah, and this is wartime stories. That'll be the village, won't it?

Kersy, he said, yep. That's the church tower the old farmer mentioned.

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