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This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Rachel Irven, a volunteer from Three Counties Action, on behalf of Ernie Brandon and has been added to the site with Ernie’s permission. Ernie fully understands the site’s terms and conditions.

I was born in August 1939, just one week before the war started, so I can’t remember much.
However my first ever memory was of coming out of the Anderson Shelter by our home. The railway near us had been hit, and the back of our house was all blown in — glass and bricks in every room.
If it hadn’t been for that Shelter, I wouldn’t be here today.
Towards the end of the war, my dad came home on leave at Christmastime. He was in the Army. He went to the market and brought home a live chicken, which was in a cage. I remember that the next day it had vanished — escaped they said. I enjoyed my Christmas dinner, and did not realise until many years later what had happened to the chicken!

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