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There was one night during the war when I was walking home from school that I will never forget. Because of the blackouts even when you were walking home in late afternoon or early evening it was always quite dark. I was seven or eight at the time.

I was passing a road barricade, the type that were put up every night all over the town. It was being staffed by a member of the Home Guard. Just as I was passing him, he turned round, jammed his gun into my ribs, and shouted "who goes there!?".

He thought this was hillarious. I got the fright of my life.

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